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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Jotaro_Kujo/Jotaro's_Fangirls
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Jotaro's_Fangirls
  Additional Tags:
      Gang_Rape, Face-Sitting, Overstimulation, Post-Orgasm_Torture, Forced
      Orgasm, Impregnation, Pegging
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-16 Words: 6881
****** Notice Me, Senpai ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Jotaro's fangirls are fed up with him rudely rejecting them, again
     and again. They decide to take the next step by kidnapping him.
Notes
     This is inspired and based on this_NSFW_image.
     Warning for the f-slur. There's only one. Also, obvious warning for
     rape.
     This is also for two other people who will not be named. You know who
     you are. Hope you like the filth! ♡
See the end of the work for more notes
“Jojo-kun!”
Jotaro scowls and speeds up the pace of his strides—she struggles to catch up,
considering his legs are so damn long and helps him cross distance faster. But
eventually, she catches up and curls an arm around his, singing happily, “It's
cold this morning, Jojo! I got you some hot cocoa, if you would like it? I'm
not sure if you like sweet things, but it'll warm you right up!”
Jotaro pans his glare to her, narrowing his eyes at her. She blinks and smiles
at him, kindly. She holds out the coffee cup—it looks store bought. At least
that means it won't taste like shit. And he is kinda cold... He doesn't wear
winter gear for the sake of his masculinity, of course. But... Damn, does it
suck. His toes and fingers are icicles.
He grumbles out a pathetic, unenthusiastic attempt of a thank you and then
takes the coffee from her. Why not just accept the free drink? He's sure
that'll twist her panties for a week. She beams at him when he rolls his eyes
and lifts it to his mouth to take a gulp.
Jotaro lets out a deep breath through his nose. Alright. She wins. This is very
warm—and sweet. He feels it traverse down into his belly in a burst of heat. He
hums with satisfaction, unintentionally, which has her clapping her hands and
squealing, “I'm so glad you like it!”
“Tch. Whatever,” Jotaro mutters, curling a lip. He begins to stride away again,
hoping that she'll fuck off now that he took her stupid hot cocoa. He takes
another gulp and licks his lips. Tastes like peppermint, too. Nice.
Jotaro silently appreciates the tasty warm drink, until he begins to feel
dizzy. He supposes that's what he gets for skipping breakfast. Drinking
something sugary before anything else isn't smart. He sighs and then tips the
coffee cup up, gulping down the rest.
Now he's stuck with this empty cup. Damn it. He hates carrying shit in his
hands.
But that concern is immediately overruled by the overwhelming dizziness. Is he
going to pass out? Jotaro stumbles a bit, his head spinning and vision becoming
fuzzy at the edges. Fuck. He really should've eaten breakfast. He walks
sluggishly towards a grassy area to the left of the pathway.
Panting, Jotaro grunts and takes a heavy seat on the grass. He tiredly looks up
past the bill of his hat to see his group of fangirls watching with concern on
their faces. They begin to approach, chattering with worry amongst themselves.
Shit. Can't he get a moment of fucking peace, especially when he's feeling ill?
“Fuck off!” Jotaro snarls as they step onto the grass, soon to surround him
with a barrage of 'are you okay?'s and 'Jojo?'s. He presses his clammy hand to
his head and closes his eyes. His vision is swimming. What is wrong with him?
The weight bearing down on his body is becoming too much. He drops back onto an
elbow, cradling his head. The voices become a loud buzz in his ears. He manages
to moan and then he collapses back into the grass, his head rolling to the side
with his eyelids weakly opening and closing. He feels someone take off his hat.
Distantly, there's the sensation of a hand cupping his cheek.
Then he passes out.
 
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When he comes to, it's to a blur of colors and shapes. He closes his eyes,
groaning quietly. After blinking sluggishly a few times, his vision clears. His
head is cloudy. His mouth is dry, and his skin is slick with cold sweat. What
the hell...
Tiredly glancing around, Jotaro takes in his surroundings—he's in a dimly lit
room, with shelves of supplies...? There's a single bulb as the light source,
hanging from the ceiling. He's laying back on pillows. How kind.
He sits up sluggishly. He's still dizzy and disoriented. It's not good for his
coordination. He won't be able to fight effectively like this. It feels like
he's drunk. He struggles a little, attempting to move his arms out from behind
him. He's tied up. Fuck.
Before he could attempt finding a solution to his little problem, the door
opens and someone pops their head in. Squinting with a grimace, Jotaro sees
past the shelves a girl with a broad grin on her face. She turns around and
yells, “He's up! Come on!”
The blood drains from Jotaro's face. Oh no.
He begins to violently struggle against the binding around his arms—judging by
the noisy clinking of it, it must be chains or something metal. He bitterly
thinks that's smart of them, but then again, considering his state, he's not
sure he could tear through rope. Panting already, Jotaro watches with narrowed
eyes as four, five girls filter into the room, all bearing smiles and
excitement in their gazes.
“What the fuck is this?” he snaps, which has a couple of the girls giggling. He
grunts and moves onto his knees, with intention to stand up. He manages to
raise half-way up, before something tugs on his ankles and has him dropping to
his knees again. Thankfully onto the pillows, and not the hard floor. Looking
down at himself blearily, Jotaro sees cuffs around his ankles. What the shit?
Panic rises. He looks up to see the girls stepping around the shelves to reach
him. He blinks heavily, attempting to rid of the lingering blurriness in his
vision. They laugh, amused by his disoriented state. One of them steps up to
him and plants a foot against his chest. She pushes hard, which has him
flopping back against the pillows, his hat rolling off of his head. It sparks
another round of laughter. She stands over him with a smug look on her face.
Long, black locks surround her face. She must be the leader or something.
“We're teaching you a lesson, Jojo,” she muses, followed by the giggles of her
accomplices, “You've been so mean, rejecting us over and over again. I think
we're fed up. Isn't that right, everyone?”
The other girls squeal and agree with laughter. Jotaro swallows hard, looking
up at her with shocked, sea green eyes. She smirks and then kneels beside him.
Jotaro recoils and attempts to scoot away, but one of the other girls puts a
stop to that by stomping down on his chest. He wheezes and sags back into the
pillows. The others laugh.
As he recollects his coherency, he feels the tugging of his belts and then the
slide of his zipper. Lifting his head with a grimace, he sees her tug down his
slacks to expose his dark red briefs. His heart begins to pound. The girls
giggle and coo at his exposure.
“Wow, Jojo, you're so handsome down here, too,” the leader muses, stroking her
fingers through his thick pubic hair that peeks out past the waistband of his
briefs. The girls step around her to watch, eagerly soaking up Jotaro's state
of helplessness and the parts of him they haven't seen before. Jotaro bares his
teeth and growls, “Fuck you! Don't touch me, you fucking bitch!”
“Well, that wasn't nice,” she says with a pout. She curls her slender fingers
into his briefs and tugs them down along with his slacks, exposing his soft
cock and his balls. His muscular thighs are clenched up with his tension and
anger. Jotaro grimaces and attempts to turn his hips to conceal himself, but
she immediately pins him down by forcefully placing her hands on his hips. The
girls squeal and a couple of them crouch down to reach out, immediately
stroking at his heaving belly and thighs. Jotaro growls and shouts, voice
cracking, “S-Stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Heat bursts into his gut, watching those soft, pale hands stroke at his thighs
and belly. Shit. That isn't good. He feels blood surge into his dick. This is
something he's watched in porn. And now it's happening to him—not that he even
fucking wants it.
The girls all excitedly chatter as they yank up his purple shirt to expose his
abs and his muscular chest, decorated with dark hair. Hands squeeze at his
pecs, thumbing at his pink nipples. Fingers slide between the valleys of his
abs. Jotaro drops his head back into the pillows, grimacing as he's felt up all
over. Hands slide around his sides, stroking down his tan skin while another
pair gropes firmly at his thick thighs.
The one with the long black hair is the first to gently cup a hand under his
balls and dick, curling her fingers firmly around him. Jotaro grits his teeth
and lifts his head again to watch with a grimacing face. He's too weak to do
anything. (But is he really trying?) Jotaro fidgets underneath their touch,
attempting to twist his hands out of the restraint to no avail. He curses with
frustration, desperately trying to ignore the hand currently groping at his
balls.
“Aw, he's liking it!” one of the girls calls. Another speaks up, cooing, “He's
getting hard. You like this, Jojo?”
“Fuck you,” he breathes, which has the girls laughing again. A gentle hand
curls around his half-hard shaft and begins to slowly stroke at it. Jotaro
grits his teeth, watching as she pulls at it languidly with a twist of her
hand, the skin wrinkling up with each stroke, partially enveloping the pink
head. Jotaro clenches his jaw, attempting to withhold his noises. He fidgets
his hips, dropping his head back into the pillows. The girls giggle and
continue to watch.
It doesn't take long for him to become fully erect. With his cock now
completely hard, flushed and hot in her hand, the girls stare. One of them
teases, “He's so big! And it's starting to drip. Are you sensitive, Jojo?”
“I don't think he's felt this before, from a girl,” another says, “We're
probably his first. Is that right, Jojo?”
Jotaro, lacking his hat, can't hide his face. He grimaces and squeezes his eyes
shut. His face is burning up, his skin flushed and brewing sweat. His stomach
twists with hot arousal. He isn't going to last. The girls laugh, noticing his
flustered state. A hand cups his jaw, stroking a thumb over his flushed cheek,
which has him jerking his head away, hiding his face.
The hand on his cock speeds up. It pumps his shaft with a tight grip, the
vulgar sounds filling the room and joining the giggles of the girls. Jotaro
grunts, baring his grit teeth. He arches up on his feet, his hips jerking up
into he touch. He attempts to throw it off by wildly bucking his hips. The
girls all laugh and watch as he helplessly wiggles his lower half, though the
hand never separates. She continues tugging at his dripping cock despite his
desperate protests. Jotaro has never felt this hard in his fucking life. He
feels dizzy again. He lets out another low groan. The girls giggle and hands go
back to stroking at his chest and abs. He feels fingers stroke at his pubic
hair, another hand squeezing his tightening balls, while one slides over his
clenched up thigh.
“Look at him, he's so cute! He's wiggling so much!”
“Stop,” Jotaro growls weakly, feeling himself begin to shake uncontrollably.
He's close. He doesn't want to come in front of these fucking girls. The girls
laugh and one says, “We're having fun, Jojo, do you really want to put a stop
to it?”
“Yes, you bitch!” he snaps, cracking his eyes open to glare at the girls
crouching around him. They just laugh. Jotaro's face burns with shame. He
cannot believe this is happening.
Grunting, Jotaro cranes his head back into the pillows, face twisting as his
orgasm suddenly rips throughout him. He gasps lowly, teeth bared. It only took
three minutes of stroking. His entire body winds up with tension, his hips
rising up off the pillows and thrusting once into the girl's hand. His balls
are drawn up, tight from his orgasm—one of them is still squeezing them gently
in her hand. His cock throbs in her hand, shooting ropes of cum onto his
heaving belly and even onto his pushed up shirt, sullying the fabric. He grunts
loudly, deeply, his entire lower half shaking uncontrollably. Even after he
rests limply back in the pillows, the hand continues slowly pulling at his
cock, easing the rest out onto her fingers.
“Some of it got on me!” a girl whines, which has another saying, “Jojo just
came on you. You're lucky, you know.”
“Let me lick some up, senpai,” one of the girls pleads.
“Here, all of you will get some.”
Jotaro, panting heavily with his head turned to the side, distantly feels
fingers wiping up the cum from his heaving belly. The hand on his spent cock
gives a few more languid pulls, before letting go. Jotaro is rushed with a
feeling of exhaustion. His thoughts spin. He's lightheaded.
“Jojo, we have plans for you, you know,” the leader girl muses, though he
doesn't respond. She strokes her fingertips down his thigh, saying softly, “You
know, since you kept rejecting us and every other girl at the school... We
began to think there's something different about you.”
Jotaro cracks his eyes open and looks up at her with a furrowed brow. She
grins.
“We thought, 'Do you think he likes boys? He couldn't, could he?'”
Her touch drifts down his thigh, sliding around to stroke the inside of it. Her
dark eyes are sharp, gazing down into his.
“But you must prefer boys, don't you, Jojo? Why else would you reject so many
beautiful girls? Are you a fag, Jojo? Do you think you would prefer another
boy, rather than a willing girl?”
When she presses her fingers between his ass cheeks, Jotaro's eyes widen. He
bucks his hips and attempts to turn away again. She laughs and lets him.
Standing again, she unzips her seifuku skirt and lets it fall to her feet,
exposing her black lingerie. Jotaro doesn't even notice. He turned to the wall,
and is now attempting to violently jerk his fists out of their binds. It's no
use. The chains clink noisily. The girls watch silently as their leader calmly
removes her school shoes, as well as her top to reveal her black, lacy bra.
With a glance and a lift of a hand, she waits for one of the girls to pass her
the strap-on, as well as a bottle of silicone-based lube.
Once she fastens it on herself, she quietly kneels beside him and snaps her
fingers at the girls, pointing at him with an arched brow. The girls obediently
reach out to hook multiple hands around his side, to yank him down onto his
back against the pillows. Jotaro bucks and growls, snarling with a curled lip
and fiery eyes, “You fucking bitches! Stop! Just fucking stop!”
“No!” the leader snaps in a raised voice, overlapping his desperate
shouting—silencing him and earning his shaky gaze. She looks at him calmly, her
face dark. She speaks lowly, firmly, with a hand pressed to his heaving chest,
“This is what you deserve, Jotaro. You have never considered the feelings of a
woman. You act like you're above us all. But you're just a helpless boy, who
happened to gain the feelings of so many girls, simply because you're aloof and
handsome. This time, you will be below us. So, no. We will not stop.”
“You're fucking crazy,” Jotaro hisses, his face twisting into a grimace as he
watches her open the lube and squeeze a line down the strap-on. “You're all so
desperate for my attention, you resort to this? You're just fuckin' crazy.”
She simply smiles at him and brushes her long black hair over her shoulder,
while stroking a hand over the strap-on, spreading the lube. The hands pinning
him down add more force when she reaches in to gently wipe the remainder
between his ass cheeks. Jotaro feels like he's going to throw up. He pants
heavily, his stomach surging with a disgust he's never truly felt before.
“I can't believe this,” he mutters, dropping his head back onto the pillows so
he doesn't have to watch when she shifts closer between his legs. She grips the
strap-on and rubs the head up and down against his asshole. Jotaro shudders.
The girls all silently watch as she slowly, carefully pushes it inside of him.
Jotaro grits his teeth.
It hurts. Not exactly to an unbearable degree, but it stings as she gradually
forces it into his ass. More than anything, he feels the pressure of it sliding
further inside of him. It feels strange. He grunts and attempts to turn away
again, but the hands keep him pinned. His lack of coordination due to being
drugged isn't working in his favor, either.
Her hands slide up his sides, watching as she slowly sank the remainder of the
strap-on inside of him. He feels sick, when their lower halves connect. Jotaro
remains silent with his eyes closed, refusing to give her a reaction. Silently,
she gently rakes her nails down his sides as she began to rock her hips. Jotaro
clenches his teeth. Her hips smack against his thighs noisily with each inwards
thrust. The dildo drives into him again and again, warming his body up once
more. It stops hurting. It... feels kind of good, strangely. Not that he wants
it. This is fucking humiliating.
The other girls start touching at him again. Two hands squeeze at his chest,
while another pair stroke at his clenching abs. Another cups under his balls
and pins them up to expose the visual of the strap-on thrusting into him.
“It doesn't hurt too bad, does it, Jojo?” the black-haired girl purrs, gripping
his hips and using the leverage to roughly shove the dildo into him. Jotaro
bares his teeth, his body jumping with the force of the thrusts. A weak noise
slips out from between his locked teeth, which has her laughing lowly. She
strokes her thumbs back and forth over his skin as she pounds into him with
relentless snaps of her hips. Jotaro feels a hand curl gently around his soft
cock. It begins to slowly stroke at him. He bites on his tongue to internalize
his noises—they notice.
“Aw, let us hear you, Jojo,” one girl says. Jotaro lets out a choked sound when
the hand on his dick squeezes around it. Jotaro feels heat curl in his gut.
Shit, not again. The pumping of the dildo inside of him joined by the
stimulation to his cock makes it easy. He's soon erect again, his dick
sensitive and flushed a deep red. He grunts on a particularly hard thrust. The
girl fucking him strokes her hands up his sides, following the motion of his
jerking body.
“You're hard again, Jojo,” she purrs, rolling her hips against him sensually,
grinding the strap-on deep inside of him. Jotaro bites his lip, gnawing into it
to silence himself. The girls giggle and enthusiastically touch at him, spurred
on by his reactions. Jotaro just wants this to stop. He's so humiliated, and
furious.
After another few tense minutes of her thrusting into him, with Jotaro
completely silent (though still fidgeting), she suddenly pulls out. Jotaro lets
out a deep breath. He hides his face against the pillows and his shoulder. She
laughs softly. Jotaro twitches when a thumb strokes over his used hole.
“Your body is so open now, Jojo. It looks like it's begging for more.”
“No,” he growls, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. She hums and relents,
surprisingly. She rises up, earning a glance from weak sea green eyes. He
watches, jaw clenched, as she unfastens the strap-on and lets it fall to the
floor. He stares silently, angrily, as she steps out of her panties, exposing
her neat tuft of pubic hair and her pussy. Jotaro looks away.
The other girls watch as she steps over Jotaro's body. When she stands directly
over him, Jotaro reluctantly glances up. From this perspective, he sees the
underside of her lacy bra, her soft belly, her pink pussy. She smirks down at
him.
“Won't you do something for me, too, Jojo?” she asks sweetly, and then begins
to kneel over his head. Jotaro's eyes widen. Before he could even formulate a
protest, she gently sits on his face. Her pussy presses against his mouth. He
grits his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. No fucking way.
“Come on, baby,” she whispers, carding her fingers through his disheveled black
locks, “We let you come, can't you do the same for me? I'm so wet for you...”
The other girls giggle and watch as Jotaro attempts to withstand it. He tries
to breathe but that proves to be more difficult, considering his nose is
pressed to her pubic bone, his mouth smothered. Unless he wants to suffocate,
he has to do it. Jotaro cracks his eyes open and meets her gaze.
Reluctantly, he opens his mouth and closes it around her. She bites her lip and
plants her hands back on his chest for stability. She planned for this. He
smells perfume on her thighs. He's not sure if he likes the taste of her, but
at least it's not disgusting.
He has never done this before. He tries to suck around her, to apply what he
had seen only in pornography. She moans and clutches at his chest. Jotaro
furrows his brow and repeatedly closes his mouth around her pussy, sucking
weakly. He hopes this is enough.
“Use your tongue,” she instructs. Shit. Jotaro glares and withdraws his tongue
to slide it between the lips of her pussy. Wow. She is really wet. Curious, he
angles his head to push his tongue into her—she gasps. She's so warm and wet
inside. He thrusts his tongue inside of her, his own cock achingly hard.
This... Is kind of hot. As much as he doesn't want to, having a pretty girl sit
on his face... He grunts around her pussy as he enthusiastically sucks on it.
She moans and then squeals when he drifts his tongue against her clit. He feels
hands on his body again, suddenly—two hands slide over his thighs, two more cup
his balls while gripping his cock, and another pair touch at his abs. He moans
into her pussy when the hand gripping his erection begins to pump it firmly,
with the additional slickness of lube.
The black-haired girl hums above him and slightly rocks her hips, digging her
nails into his chest. Her wet pussy slides against his lips and up against his
nose. Jotaro grunts and arches his head up to close his mouth around her
again—he just wants to get this over with. His technique (if he even has one)
becomes sloppy with distraction now that a tight fist is stroking at his cock.
“Right there,” she gasps when he lazily licks at her clit, “Jotaro, keep
licking my clitoris with your tongue.”
Jotaro tries to find it again. It feels like a bump against his tongue. He laps
at it continuously with quick rubs of his tongue. She gasps and twitches above
him. Looking up at her, Jotaro sees her crane her head back, her long locks
spilling down her chest to rest against her breasts. She clutches at his hair
again, whimpering as she shook atop his face. He grunts, mouthing and sucking
at her clit with his nose in her pubic hair. It's really uncomfortable. His
neck is beginning to hurt. But she seems to be coming, regardless. She cries
out his nickname, shuddering atop him, and rubs her pussy against his lips. She
whines as he weakly licks at her flushed folds, before she suddenly collapses
against the wall beside them, resting against it with her legs curled up.
Panting heavily, Jotaro closes his eyes and sags back into the bed. The hand on
his cock slides off, thankfully. To his side, he hears her panting and laughing
softly. She hums contentedly. Peeking over at her, Jotaro sees her gently
touching herself with slow rubs of her fingers. She looks at him smugly.
“You're a good boy, Jojo. Did you like eating my pussy?”
Lurching his torso towards her, he spits at her.
“Fuck you.”
She laughs aloud and then looks towards the others, gesturing to one of the
girls, saying, “You—do you want to ride him? And one of you ride his face. He's
not done.”
The girls then begin to argue over who gets to ride his face, while the girl
she pointed at begins to shyly undress. Jotaro watches with a disgusted grimace
as they yell at each other, demanding that they get to ride his face now. He
silently watches the one girl completely undress—her breasts are cute and
small, her pussy cleanly shaved. Shit. This isn't happening.
He has two heads, and one of them certainly likes the thought of being ridden.
His cock aches, his belly surging with heat as she moves to step over him. She
shyly glances up to look at his scowling, flushed face.
“Shut up!” the black-haired girl snaps to his right, earning the silence and
gazes of her girls, “We will all have a turn. You—you get to sit on his face.
And no arguments.”
Jotaro is in disbelief, watching with wide eyes as the shy girl sits down on
his thighs. She bites her lip and watches his face coyly, looking at him past
her bangs. She grips his cock with two hands and slowly strokes at it. He
clenches up and grunts. She giggles and then sets her knees comfortably on the
pillows, lifting herself up. Gripping his cock, she rubs the thick, pink head
between her folds. Jotaro groans.
Carefully, slowly, she sits down on his cock. Jotaro's face twists with
pleasure when her tight, wet heat envelopes his cock. Oh, God, this is amazing.
He's never felt this before. He whimpers unintentionally, which has the girls
shutting up and watching with surprise. The girl slowly sinking down on his
cock gasps and breathes, “He's so big... Ah, it kind of hurts...”
“Fuck,” Jotaro spits, and then bites his bottom lip, his face a deep red. He
watches through narrowed eyes as his cock slowly disappears inside her pussy,
pushing further and further inside her, until her lower half meets his pelvis.
His dick is entirely inside of her. Fuck. She's so hot inside. The folds of her
pussy press against him, his wild pubic hair tickling her flushed skin.
“Oh, fuck...” he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut. He doesn't even realize
he's being noisy until the girls giggle quietly. He blushes heavily and grits
his teeth, embarrassed.
“Ahh... Jojo...” the shy girl breathes, slowly circling her hips against him.
Jotaro lets out a choked noise, eyes snapping open to see her pinning her pussy
lips open, showing his cock buried inside of her. She slowly grinds down
against him. He moans and arches his hips up against her. She gasps and
whimpers. The other girls are silent, watching the exchange with bated breath
and excitement. He clenches his hands into tight fists, his arms flexing and
chest heaving as he pants.
Legs quivering underneath her, he looks at her with watery eyes and grit teeth.
He gives little thrusts up into her. She gasps and sets her hands on his
stomach for stability. The girl bites her lip and begins to drop her hips
against him, sending sharp sparks of pleasure up and down his body, like he's
being electrocuted. Jotaro collapses back against the pillows, moaning aloud.
Sweat drips down his skin, his face twisted and entire body wound up with
tension. He's never felt like this before. He's so fucking sensitive, he can
barely stand it.
“Wow, you're making him feel so good,” one of the girls breathes. The shy girl
riding him laughs softly and begins to drop her hips against him faster and
harder, their bodies connecting with slaps. Jotaro is panting open-mouthed, his
eyes rolling shut. He groans and thrusts up into her as she came down. She
gasps sharply. He groans and does it again. Soon enough, they're fucking in
tandem, with Jotaro snapping his hips up against her as she drops down. The
girl is crying out, digging her nails into his flexing abs.
“Nnngh, nnn, fuck—“ Jotaro moans, his eyes weakly opening to watch her ride his
cock. Her body is flushed, her breasts bouncing and cute face twisting with
pleasure. Shit. This is really hot and he's really close. It's only been two
minutes and he already feels his orgasm rushing up on him. He watches his cock
slam back into her body again and again, his eyes wide. He forgets they're
being watched. He focuses entirely on the visual of her pretty pink pussy
spread around his cock, his shaft slick with her wetness.
Watching his erection pump into her speeds up the process of his upcoming
orgasm. He grits his teeth, his lower half trembling as he thrusts haphazardly
into her. His eyes are swimming. It's so much, it's too much, he can't take it
anymore, his dick is aching, he can't—He's still inside of her.
“I'm—I'm coming,” Jotaro growls, teeth bared and eyes swelling with his tears
of desperation, “Get—Get off—“
It punches into him, swallowing him whole in the ecstasy. He cranes his head
back into the pillows, moaning hoarsely, deep in his throat. She gasps, feeling
his cock flex inside of her pussy. She stops bouncing on his lap and sits down
on him. She rocks her hips against him, grinding his cock deep inside of her.
Jotaro groans and gives a few weak thrusts up into her. She moans softly,
reaching back to cup his tight balls while clenching up around him. He nearly
chokes.
“That was so good, Jojo,” she says breathlessly, stroking her hands up his
heaving abs while slowly circling her hips against him. Jotaro lets out a soft,
weak moan. She slowly slides her pussy up and down on his shaft a few more
times before pulling off, his wet cock slipping out of her to land on his
belly. He feels so spent. He weakly cracks his eyes open to see her sitting
back on his thighs. She keeps her legs open, reaching down to spread her pussy
folds. He stares, seeing his thick cum drip out of her. She bites her lip and
then laughs softly.
“I-I guess I'll be having your baby, Jojo...”
Horror settles in Jotaro's gut. The blood drains from his face, looking at her.
She smiles coyly at him and brushes her hair behind an ear before getting off
of him. She moves aside for another girl to straddle him. He groans weakly in
dread and drops his head back into the pillows. This one is bold—she's naked
too, and doesn't hesitate to grip his flushed, spent cock and slide down on it.
Jotaro cringes.
“You're not done until we're all satisfied,” she muses, setting her hands on
his belly, using the leverage to begin bouncing on his lap. Jotaro lets out a
choked cry and jerks his body, his arms and legs flexing. Finally, broken from
their awed state, the other girls decide to join the fun. Two kneel beside
Jotaro to reach out and grope at his body. Another, lacking their panties and
skirt, steps over him to stand over his head. He looks up at her with dread,
wincing and grimacing as his sensitive, softening cock is ridden relentlessly.
She gently kneels to sit on his face.
Without having to be ordered, he opens his mouth and closes it around her
pussy—this one shaves, too. He just wants to get this over with. He lets out
muffled noises and whines as he weakly sucks at her pussy, his lower half
shooting with sparks of overwhelming pleasure—but it hurts. His cock is tender,
spent, and the tight pussy stroking over it is just too fucking much. The girls
moan and the others giggle while stroking at his abs and squeezing at his
nipples, as he's taken on both ends.
He begins to shake and jerk his hips, fidgeting around restlessly as the
oversensitivity builds and builds. He whines and moans and grunts around the
pussy in his mouth, his eyes building with tears. The girl on his face strokes
at his hair, silently encouraging him to do more for her. Jotaro looks up at
her with watery eyes as he weakly sucks at her, attempting to move his tongue
against her clit. She moans and rocks against his mouth.
Meanwhile, the other girl slams down on his cock, crying out much louder than
the previous girl. Jotaro winces each time she drops her body down on his
pelvis—it hurts, beyond the sensitivity. She's really fucking forceful.
Jotaro tries so desperately to eat this girl out despite the overstimulation,
but he's just too sloppy to do anything for her. He weakly mouths at her, but
it hardly counts as eating her out. She gets off his face, which has him
panting and moaning weakly. She strokes at his sweaty face, moving to kneel
beside him.
“It's okay, Jojo,” she purrs, touching at his lips and cheekbones. He violently
shook his head, jerking out of her touch. She leans in to kiss him, which has
Jotaro growling.
He... He doesn't want to hurt them. Despite the fact they're doing this to him,
he doesn't want to hurt them. So instead of biting at her lips, he lets her
mouth at his unresponsive lips, until she gets bored and pulls away. She begins
to stroke at his hair, sitting beside him on the pillows while she watches the
other girl bounce on his lap.
He groans aloud now that his mouth is free, crying out and grunting loudly. The
girls watch him—some of them are touching themselves now. Jotaro throws his
head back, crying out and pleading hoarsely, “I can't take it! Stop! It's too
much—f-fuck!”
“I haven't come yet, Jojo,” the other girl breathlessly purrs, grinding herself
down on his cock. Jotaro cries, almost a sob, and only feels humiliation. His
entire body is locked with tension. He violently jerks his torso, arching up
and dropping down again and again as he's wracked with agony. The girls keep
stroking at his sweaty abs and chest, with the other petting at his sweat-damp
hair. Their leader watches silently to his right, witnessing it unfold.
The non-stop stimulation on his spent cock is winding up. He can feel it,
despite the pain, the sensitivity. He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. The tears
that have been brimming finally spill over. Shit. Is this what he's really
reduced to? Crying in front of these fucking girls?
The one stroking at his hair notices. He feels her thumbs gently wipe away his
tears, before the others could notice. Maybe she has some goddamn sympathy.
Jotaro hates it, he hates all of them.
He grunts past his grit teeth. His second, unwanted orgasm rises up and up,
looming over him. The girl riding him sits down on his cock entirely and begins
to rub at her clit. He watches dazedly as she circles her hips, squeezing
around him. Jotaro whimpers. She lets out a soft laugh and then moans, saying,
“Oh, Jojo... I'm—I'm going to come on your cock, okay?”
Jotaro says nothing. He winces as she begins to slam down on his cock again. He
can't believe he's hard again, despite the agonizing sensitivity. His body is
absolutely betraying him. She begins to cry out loudly again, sobbing out his
name and rubbing fiercely at her clit as she rode him hard. Jotaro's hips are
going to be bruised after this. He groans, eyes squeezing shut and teeth
baring. He's coming, too. His legs tremble, his thighs locked up.
Fuck—holy shit, this is too much. He jerks his hips up against her as he's
suffocated by the electric orgasm. It feels so much more intense this time.
Sparks flicker in his thoughts, in his vision. Jotaro grunts and shoves up into
her, burying in as far as he is able. She cries out, enjoying his thrusts, and
then suddenly stops, gasping sharply. Moaning as she's overcome by her own
orgasm, she moves her hips in little ups and downs on his cock, shaking
uncontrollably on top of him. She breathes his name and slowly circles her hips
against him, drawing a weak sob from between locked teeth.
“You came in me, too, Jojo,” she breathes, rubbing slowly at her clit while
grinning tiredly at him. Jotaro, completely exhausted, doesn't respond. He lays
limply, panting hard with his eyes closed. She slowly pulls off, looking down
to see his abused, flushed cock slip out of her. It's slick with his semen and
her wetness.
Jotaro hears her shift, and then suddenly a heat envelops his cock. He jerks
up, like he's been electrocuted. He stares with wide eyes as she sucks his
length into her mouth. He moans and flops back into the pillows, fidgeting
restlessly by twisting his hips and wildly bucking them up. She giggles and
follows the shifting of his body, sucking tightly at his tender cock despite
his shout that bursts out of him, ignoring his jerking and desperate fidgeting.
The other girls laugh and try to pin him down. He sobs and wildly jerks his
hips, which has her backing off for only a moment; she waits for the girls to
pin him down before leaning back in to take his cock down her throat. Jotaro
yells in agony and twists his head and shoulders, his thighs clenching and
jerking up. She begins to bob her head, sucking tightly at his softening cock.
Jotaro cries out and arches his back, head thrown back into the pillows.
“Stop! Fuck, oh, fuck! Please!” Jotaro yells, his hands in fists and twisting
against the restraints, “Please! Please!”
She ignores him and continues sucking his cock with slow strokes of her mouth,
groping at his balls meanwhile. Jotaro sobs and shook violently, crying out
weakly, “I can't take it! Please!”
The leader speaks up in a low murmur, saying softly, “Be a good boy, Jojo.
We're not satisfied yet, baby.”
His eyes roll, his mouth in a twisted grimace. She keeps bobbing her head,
sucking him again and again into his throat. It feels good, it feels awful,
it's too much, he can't take it, painful spikes of stimulation are shooting
through his cock and lower half. Jotaro bares his grit teeth, his eyes clenched
shut. He shook his hips under her, whimpering. She hums, nursing tightly at the
head of his cock, before going back down on him. The other girls watch,
enjoying his desperation.
Soon, after minutes of agony, Jotaro's hips twitch and jerk underneath her. She
continues groping at his balls while bobbing her head, until Jotaro cries out
in a pained yell, his head craning back into the pillows. He grunts a few
times, thrusting up roughly into her face as he meets his third orgasm—only a
single spurt of cum shoots into her mouth. She swallows it with a hum and grips
his cock, stroking at it while sucking at the head. Jotaro whines, shaking
violently, and slumps back into the pillows.
After a minute of spinning vision and weak moaning, he passes out.
 
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When he comes to, it's dark and he's alone. He quietly, tiredly sits up,
finding himself lacking the chains he had worn before. Jotaro sluggishly wipes
at his face. He grimaces and then spits thickly onto the floor. His lower half
is sticky and disgusting with a combination of fluids. He takes a minute to
regain the energy to stand.
He stumbles at first, his legs weak and unused. He clutches at one of the
storage shelves, groaning as he cradles his head. Then he leans over to
sluggishly grab his pants. He pulls his underwear and school slacks back on. He
does up the zipper and belts again, exhausted.
Once he's redressed, Jotaro looks down at himself. His clothes are wrinkled and
stained with semen. He looks like shit. Whatever...
He doesn't even know what they did after he passed out, but he doesn't want to
know. Jotaro tiredly pulls on his hat and then trudges towards the door. He
tries the handle—thank God it's unlocked. He shoves it open and squints. The
sun pours over him.
Stumbling out of the dimly lit room that reeks of sex, Jotaro looks around
dazedly. It's the school. He's at the school. He turns around, coming to
realize it was the storage room in the back of the school. Why did it have to
be at the fucking school. Anyone could've seen him in there. Fuck.
He doesn't even bother looking for his bookbag, much less attend class. He,
somehow, makes his way back home.
End Notes
     abdul-polnareff.tumblr.com
     The unwritten following scenes feature Jotaro dealing with those same
     girls at school, avoiding them like the plague, and guiltily jerking
     off to the thought of them dominating him.
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