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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kira_Yoshikage/Josuke_Higashikata
  Character:
      Kira_Yoshikage, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Cunnilingus, Drugs, depiction_of_assault, Mind_Break, Cisswap
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-22 Words: 3402
****** When You Give It To Me, Give It To Me Raw (No Diggity) ******
by missamachan
Summary
     Where's your hero now? Saving her fellow citizens from the lurking
     murderer? Enemy stands? Josuko too is just a girl you know. Kira
     preys on her kind all of the time. If she loses, what hope does she
     have?
     None.
Notes
     another "Bad Guy Wins" (sort of?) situation for the sake of graphic
     porn. Also, why wasn't there any kirajosu? You just gonna play me
     like that? Ice cold. Enjoy please despite it all!
See the end of the work for more notes
make it stop make it stop pretty please make it stop
 
 
Josuko always found it hard to wake up. Moving her body out of bed with aching
limbs from too many fights was as bad as the scraps themselves. She slept late
a lot, and that’s what she remembers of that morning. She didn’t get to sleep
as late as she wanted to because of …
What? A phone call?
A small voice, they sounded so young...why had she gone...
(they needed you)
Pounding in her head, a beat of a drummer's rhythm. It startles her body to a
jolt, yet not rising high with her back arched. That was the first sign of many
wrongs. She’s pinned. Stuck against binds that hold her down. Her body hurts,
its sore, but it doesn't even feel like her own body. Head is spinning, cold
air wafting on her body and there’s black before her eyes. Her chest rises and
falls, it feels so much harder to breathe, dragging you under water. Was she in
the hospital? Felt like aesthetics.
But she should’ve had a paper gown. Very suddenly aware of being bare naked
(wouldn’t have been spread out like this for a hospital). She doesn’t even
remember earlier; heavy weight pulling her stomach when her bottom lip sucked
between her teeth (she hasn’t managed to fix since Enigma.)
She opens her mouth to speak and it’s as if her tongue is 20 pounds heavier.
Talking through water; nothing coming out. Her own sound of distress hits her
ears,choked- she needed her Stand.
She calls, and calls- but they never come.
She couldn’t even find them from the depths of her mind, she feels so
incredibly weak.
What happened?
Minutes felt like hours, cold stillness where her body feels like shes floating
but shes so very still. Vulnerable, and she knows she's deep in the shit now.
She figures, she must be lucky for remembering her own name let alone where she
was ... before this. But what is This?
Cant talk cant ask for help. Wasn’t she the protector of Morioh? Here she is
nothing but black in her sight, and she’s the one who needs a savior.
.
.
.
 
To be precise, it was chloroform and a swift knock to the head that happened.
Oh yes, had Kira not already been well versed in the techniques of ambush,
perhaps he'd be more hurt than he was. Give the man a prize already.
He's practically walking on air, oh what sweetness victory tastes of on the
tongue.
But however, he's had fallouts along the road.
Yes even he, Kira Yoshikage, makes a mistake.
The first mistake had to have been that encounter with that- Shigeki was it?
That led to the misadventure in the first place. (And yet, he still finds that
shop rather lovely. He should make plans to return.)
Second, was underestimating Josuko Higashikata.
You must bear with here: Now, Kira has always had the wandering eye. (ask many
of the lovely ladies he's taken out for lunch, who he’s held the door open
for.) How can he not? Too many, so little time. Once, he had thought the young
woman, Mrs.Kujo, had been his biggest threat. Thought that he would erase her,
and keep her hands as the perfect trophy. They were quite beautiful.
But he was wrong.
Josuko Higashikata, the bitch to her name, a bastard child; could have near
killed him.
The brat, his- no, Kawajiri's son; had near been his downfall! Have an all
powerful stand all you want and a runt will always try to be the hero.
Unfortunately no one had died, but the child cannot speak, and Josuko remains
in his chambers. Safe and nicely drugged- her school uniform has been carefully
folded away; because who knows when he might need it later.
You might think, "What is he keeping her alive for? She's the one who almost
defeated him!" and rightfully so are your questionings.
He’s safe, gone. And what’s better than a dead prize that bleeds on your
clothing and ruins your life?
A living one you can break, again and again.
What’s better than killing immediately?
Torturing them till they wished you had.
She doesn't see him (wouldn't remember his face with what he gave her.), and
he's been stalk still since she's awoken. Could hear a pin drop. He has been
waiting quite a long time, and watching her for the first few moments of
consciousness was entertaining. With Jojo so docile, she is much more enticing.
Undressing her was more fun than he can admit! Oh, how he wanted to rip the
fabric straight off her body, feel and hear the tearing. Buttons popping off
her uniform, skirt being cut down the sides-
But, as said, he may need it again later. So it lays intact.
Her bare skin is taught and easy on the eyes. Girl certainly goes in the sun
often. From the looks of it, even with that uniform;she’d feel warm to touch.
And not to even speak of her hands.
They're delicate, smooth like silk. They have punched him square in the jaw-
nasty right hook- and they still held the price of the original mona lisa. Who
knew this mere ant carried such precious gems! To think they've already grazed
his face-!
Sends the right thrill down his spine.
My, they’re right before him, twisting and clenching involuntarily as she tries
to calm herself. He never noticed how they are elongated, how she hasn’t grown
that much hair on her hands. She’s so young, the baby fat she carries has her
nice and plump. Just a mere girl, ripe for picking.
Before he can realize it he’s sinking to his knees, Josuko on display like a
banquet; shuddering as he can feel her fingertips graze his bottom lip. He’s
leaned in so much closer, god, he can smell her.
Ah, he hopes she’s a virgin too.
.
.
.
 
Josuko was just starting to think she could breathe.
She was almost sure she had passed out once or twice. Gaps in her space of
time. But nothing had happened to her, which was the most surprising thing.
Hadn’t she been taken for a reason?
This time was different. She awoke and distinctly she could tell she was
warmer.
But only on the tips of her right hands fingers. She flexed and moved them, or
at least she thought she did. She wouldn’t have been able to tell if she hadn’t
felt something so- so- slimy move against her fingers. Unable to say a thing,
she felt it continue its ministrations. Whatever ‘it’ was.
Warm and wet. The description itself makes her cringe.
 
It’s almost as if what is was; was licking her-
 
.
.
.
Her heart dropped to her stomach.
.
.
.
She had fell unconscious again. An impermanent death. It’s beautiful; she’ll
even gain more pale the longer the drugs are in her system. Draining her energy
till she can’t even close her mouth.
Kira remembers the first girl he took the innocence of. She was the first girl
who hadn’t kissed before him too, a pure one. Sweet girl with curly hair and
long nails that were awfully frail. They never cut cut cheek, could break them
with his own teeth. If she had been smart, that’s when she should have kicked
him out of her bed.
Josuko reminds him of that girl. Because like Josuko, he imagined dismembering
that girl violently too. Using her ice cold hands to wrap around him after he
bled her down the drain.
But Josuko isn’t as fragile as that girl, and Kira is much more experienced
than he was before.
He couldn’t resist how he was already so close to her hands- they belong on his
cheeks. Cradling him in the soft palm, still warm...This was always the most
relaxing part; he spends a few minutes rubbing both hands against his face.
Adoring, he makes them hold his face as if they love him.
But the smell,ah, he is not as strong as you might think to resist it just
yet.Why should he care? There are no rules if he does not make them.
The moment he slipped her fingers into his mouth, he was hard.
He could taste her, each inch of her fingers and even smell what she’d eaten
before. He spent long enough lavishly sucking on them, flitting his tongue in
between their dips and the curves. Purple nails, though he preferred red, he
supposed he has long enough time to change her to what he liked best.At least
they were manicured, he had expected dirt to be hiding beneath them.
But oddly, It didn’t smell fresh of soap, or even like that of spices.Was she
the kind of girl that didn’t wash her hands? It’s possible that because of that
call she received she hadn’t had the time. .
The smell was faint, but fresh. Was it new? No,no, it’s familiar….
Oh. Of course.
He starts laughing, oh he’s finding it just too good to be true.
“Josuko, you didnt even bother washing your hands after touching yourself this
morning? Young girls shouldn’t be so disgusting.”
He was sucking on the same fingers that had been against her cunt just hours
ago! How did this slut touch herself he wonders? Gods, he hates how
unconscious, Josuko is still affecting his cool. But, he has always needed
better self control. She’s a great test.
Kira is infatuated with how she would have done it. (with right hand, mean
right hook after all.) He’s sweating with how he blushes, giving a particularly
hard suck to her ring finger as he can just taste the faint remnants of her.
Such an intimate thing, a woman (such a young woman. A girl.) does is the
privacy of her bedroom. Things she should be too young to know, her blossoming
sexuality having her aroused from maybe something so small. Did she awake from
a dream? Already awoken with her need. She could have put them inside her,
explore how she felt; how warm she was inside. Understanding why there are so
many who would love to know how she feels wrapped around them.
“I know you’re awake now, Josuko. “ begrudgingly he leaves Josuko’s hands back
where they were.
Of course, she had been conscious long enough to feel kira lick and suck on
each part of her flesh that wrapped around her metacarpals. He could hear her
breath hitch, the anger that made her shake.
He was used to it.
“Can you still not talk?”
 
“I suppose not.”
 
 
“That’s fine. Not all of you are talkative.”
.
.
.
Finally she has sight.
Kira fucking Yoshikage.
Just the thought of him made her twinge- a vile murderer of young woman in
morioh for years. Hiding under their noses like a damn rat. She had hoped he
had the gall to approach her one day, so that she could break his skull and
avenge those other girls that he ever touched. She is the hero, she needs to
protect the citizens of Morioh; and this piece of shit was the type of guy she
couldn’t stand.
Josuko wasted her chance.
Kira caught her, one upped her, is treating her special from the other because
she’s still alive.
She’s fucking shaking, her hands are still wet from his -disgusting- mouth
molesting her. She couldn’t tell him all the things she would want to say no
matter how hard she’d try now. Josuko hates him, hates him.
“Let’s remove that blind of yours.”
Josuko manages at least a glimpse. Light to dark too quickly hurts- but she
see’s him. It’s not the face she remembers; of course, Kira stole that mans
life too. Wears him like a mask and Josuko’s heart aches to think of the family
he destroyed just so he could save his own ass.
She looks past his face, she doesn’t see a man- she sees a demon in black,
grazing his hands on her thighs, down to her knees. And Josuko knows what he’s
doing, just had to hope it wouldn't be this. She wanted so badly to think he’d
just use punches,use knives, his stand. She wanted him to just to hurt her. Not
this.
Josuko can’t stop watching, she can't look away from what she can only describe
as a monster above her. The grin that splits Kira’s face shows his sheer
satisfaction in being before her in such a vulnerable state. Never has she had
someone touch her body and her feel like she needs to vomit.
“You’re quite beautiful,” he says, too busy touching and groping her flesh to
pay attention. But she imagines Kira thinks he’s fucking hilarious. Josuko
wouldn't need to look to know he’s purposefully getting closer to her inner
thighs. He must be getting a good eyeful.
Josuko almost wishes she didn’t have the strength to lift her head like she did
at the beginning, She can have thoughts clearly now,feel self-conscious- it’s
not like she was expecting this. She only recently had her first kiss after
all, not even with someone she liked! She kept up her appearances but who wants
to be laughed at right in their face for this sort of thing?
“N-no-”
His touching stopped for a moment.
Suddenly, Kira was gone from where he was, leaving her in cold sweat. Where had
he gone? Was that simple No really going to cost her damn life already? Josuko
should welcome it. Escape the humiliation.
“You shouldn’t be talking just yet. Relax a little more.”
A harsh pinch, right at her neck. She couldn’t thrash, couldn’t scream as he
pushed her head to the hard metal beneath her and slid the needle deep enough
to reach her veins. It was cold, felt like the contrast for xrays- maybe she’ll
live long enough to see the bruises.
Was being lulled by his voice wavering, hovering over her exposed neck- Josuko
couldn’t make out what he was saying, maybe he was contemplating snapping it.
Blacking in and out again, she can see him there. Over her, talking to himself,
looking her over- touching her while her mouth is hung open.
Josuko feels him wipe her mouth a few time before going back. She’s awake for
the worst moments. For the first time he cups both her breasts, weighs them
heavy in his hand, says she’s more developed than most girls her age. Will she
be Mrs. Kujo’s size one day, he asks?
Don’t cry, don’t cry-
Sucks her nipples into his mouth, like he’s just giving it a test, a taste.
Languid circles around them, bring the blood to them. Puffy and now
oversensitized- she’s just not used to this. She gasps from the air when he
pulls away. For such cold man, his mouth is too damn warm.
Josuko’s never gone for long, the next time she’s opens her eyes; Kira has
undone his appearance only in the slightest. His tie gone, and she feels the
rough fabric on her tongue before she can even ask.
“Oh, look at you. That’s the picture of an ideal young woman…” She’d bite,
she’d curse if she could lift the bone in her neck- but the mystery doesn’t
take a second guess.
Kira’s using two fingers to spread Josuko’s folds apart, showing off her pink
cunt nice and easy. It’s the most invasive way he could have done it she
thinks. Wide open and nowhere to hide, can’t close her legs; doesn't have the
option to even leave.
This is something she wanted to save for someone.
Hums to himself as he pets her, holds her open till he lets go and repeats.
Pushing the lips of her cunt together,again and again- Was he fascinated each
time?
“Beautiful, yes, it’ll do..” the whole of his right palm rubs across her pussy,
grinding the heel against her clit whenever he moves upwards. Josuko never took
long to be effected, no matter how she was trying to stimulate herself. Ashamed
to admit it, it made her feel cheap. In the back of her mind she always had
this thought, that she would go weak in the knees so quickly; how horrifying
that could potentially be.
It’s a bitch to be right.
Without a thought he pushed his head between her thighs (having found a
comfortable position to lie upon the table with her was quite easy) and guided
himself with tongue and spit. Warm and soft, playing with the most delicate
areas of her body. Licking up the precum she spilt across his lips with the
enthusiasm of a starving man. Sucking back and forth on her outer labia, teeth
grazing its fat. There's nothing heard above the most disgusting of noises,
pure filth that it feels so good. Face deep in her cunt, messy and holding onto
the meat of her stomach as he moves close to an animal with a bloodlust. They
too share his mind, his desires. Eat,fuck,kill,repeat until death.
But he has won and so he never dies.
Kira’s made her cry, big hot tears spilling past her eyes with the onslaught of
stimulation. Things she’s never even felt before, becoming so good so fast and
she wants to run away, needs to get away from it- she can’t run. It’ll keep
happening.
It’ll keep coming.
Josuko’s hearing that word, where is she hearing it?
“C-Coming!” so pathetic and the most she can say. When had the tie moved from
her mouth?
First orgasm is only the tip of the iceberg, relief for barely a second because
Kira doesn’t stop for her. Goes harder, encouraged, pushing one finger inside
her, grunting because she’s just so damn tight around him,still pulsing from
her first.
One finger became two, became three -she can’t fit it she swears she can’t- but
she does.
Kira -who is that?- has made her come more times now that she’s taking all
three of his fingers to the knuckles, a sight to save for later. For who knew
little Josuko could be such an erotic minx? Getting him all so very worked up.
.
.
.
Josuko didn’t even get to be awake for when he started fucking her.
Makes her cry, more and more because now it’s so hard to stop. She didn’t get
to feel the very last moments of being of being ‘innocent’. All she feels is
Kira rocking in and out of her with a slowness- a tenderness. He’s bent over
her, her body free from binds at last. She wraps them around him,getting him
closer to her rather than pushing him away. But he knew she wouldn’t.
She cradles his face with her hands , thumb dipping at the side of his mouth.
“Say you love me, Jojo.”
“Say it!”
He never loses tempo, makes her whine and breath hitch- shit she’s close again
how long was she gone? And he asks again, just to say it if she wants to come
one last time.
“I love you, I love you, I love yo-”
She can’t even get the last one out, he starts fucking relentlessly, slapping
her skin against his with each thrust, using his free hand to rub her clit.
Fingers slipping and trying desperately to match up with his own pace.
Kira sucks her thumb into his mouth, but she can’t even appreciate the warm of
his mouth when she feels it all around her- familiar pressure building between
her hips.
Last one hits her in waves, wracks through her body like electricity- so good,
eyes rolling back into her skull with one more ‘I love you’ dying on her open
lips.Tightens like a vice around Kira, dragging a strangled moan from the back
of his throat; it's like he’s found glory in that moment, burying himself deep
in her tight cunt till he makes his damn legs shake. She’s pulsing and milking
his cock very every last bit of come she can get. He doesn’t know if he’s
breathing or if she’s awake still. Not that he very much cares.
After drifting in afterglow for is surely a few minutes, Kira can look down at
Josuko’s messed face; nothing of what she looked like before.
He caresses her cheek and he remembers he has all the time in the world.
And it won’t stop.
End Notes
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