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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kujo_Jotaro/Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan, jotahansuke, jotajosu,
      tarosuke, jotahan, JosuHan
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke, Kishibe_Rohan
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, sin_-_Freeform, Threesome, Light_Bondage, Incest, Underage_-
      Freeform, virgin_josuke, Oral, Anal, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-06 Words: 3868
****** Walk-In ******
by apples4ryuk
Summary
     Josuke shouldn't have suspected anything, nope. Rohan's door was
     always locked, except that fateful day. His eyes would never unsee
     what he witnessed, nor would his body forget what it felt.
     Jotaro / Josuke / Rohan + sin, light bondage, bottom!Josuke
     UNDERAGE, INCEST, threesome, sin, SUPER nsfw, virgin Josuke, anal,
     oral, dirty talk
     the whole shabang. kinky but sweet.
The door was unlocked. No one usually came by at that time of the day, except
Jotaro when he wasn’t working on his thesis or searching for other Stand users.
Rohan never bothered to wonder if anyone else might happen upon them.
Rohan was openly kinky, while Jotaro kept his dirty desires to himself. At
least, until that day – that day their activities took a wilder turn. Maybe it
was Rohan’s fault; after all, he was the one hinting at Jotaro about spicing
things up. Then, before he could register what was happening, the older man had
slapped duct tape over his mouth and told him he talked too much.
 Rohan was no longer complaining.
 Not even when Jotaro tied his hands behind his back and shoved him over his
desk. Pages of his manuscript irritably fell to the floor, but he couldn’t be
annoyed at that, no; not with Jotaro pushing his pants down and talking dirty
to him in that quiet, deep voice of his. Rohan was moaning and whining, cursing
the sticky adhesive that kept his sounds minimal.
 Neither of them expected to hear the study’s door creak open. Jotaro himself
never thought he’d be caught dead in his tracks about to dry-fuck a snooty
manga artist.
 And the worst part? Josuke was the one who found them like that.
 “Oh—Jota—oh, oh my god, um—uh… I’ll just let myself out. B-bye!”
 “Star Platinum! The World!”
 Josuke was barely mid-step when Jotaro stopped time. He shook his head and
zipped himself up—for modesty’s sake, of course—and took a few steps until he
was right in front of his uncle. Time resumed and Josuke walked right into his
chest.
 “Ah! J-Jotaro? How—wait, you didn’t seriously… I can leave, uh—I saw nothing,
right? Isn’t this how that goes?”
 “What the hell are you talking about, Josuke?”
 “Mmph mm!”
 “God dammit.”
 Jotaro narrowed his eyes. Josuke’s slightly jolted response told him he
wouldn’t move, so Jotaro trusted that instinct and walked back toward the bare-
ass Rohan. He pulled Rohan’s pants back up and straightened his posture,
untying Rohan’s bound wrists and tearing the tape off his mouth without
warning.
 “You ass,” Rohan said. He rubbed over the red forming around his lips, turning
his face to hide flushed cheeks. “The hell are you doing breaking into my
house, Josuke?”
 “Uh K—Koichi said he left some homework here yesterday and needed me to get it
but… You two are busy s-so I can get it later or—something, uhh…”
 “You’re so awkward,” Rohan sneered. Josuke’s nostrils flared and he opened his
mouth to say something else, but Jotaro beat him to it.
 “Enough, both of you,” Jotaro said. “Something doesn’t feel right…”
 “Ah–! Is there a Stand nearby?” Josuke asked. Crazy Diamond appeared behind
him. Jotaro sighed, shaking his head.
 “No, idiot,” he said. Josuke’s brow rose, appalled, but Jotaro didn’t care as
he walked toward him. He reached out to hold Josuke’s chin between his pointer
finger and thumb, tilting Josuke’s head up. His uncle avoided his gaze, red-
faced and frowning. Rohan was smirking behind Jotaro.
 “W-what do you mean, then, J-Jotaro?” he asked. Jotaro’s thumb had begun
rubbing just beneath Josuke’s bottom lip.
 He hadn’t even noticed Rohan getting closer, or registered in his mind that
Heaven’s Door was out and turned part of his arm into pages of a book. He
jerked out of their reach and clocked Rohan in the face with Crazy Diamond.
 Rohan grumbled, rubbing his jaw. Josuke missed what was supposed to be a
direct hit.
 “So it’s as I thought,” Jotaro said. Josuke shrugged his shoulders, glancing
between the two. Jotaro was smirking and he didn’t know why.
 “Don’t tease the brat, he’ll shy away,” Rohan said. His arms wrapped around
Josuke’s waist from behind, unbuttoning his school coat with overworked
fingers. Josuke stammered but couldn’t get any words out.
 “Sorry, Josuke,” Jotaro said. He was close again, too close, their bodies
almost touching were it not for Rohan’s pesky hands in the way. Josuke couldn’t
breathe, as if Jotaro was sucking the air out of him with his lips. “Your boner
gave you away.”
 And Josuke couldn’t protest to that, yelping at the large hand now covering
his crotch. Jotaro’s thin lips softly kissed his plump ones, but only briefly.
Rohan was quick to tug off his coat and untucked Josuke’s shirt, slipping his
hands into his pants. Josuke cursed at him, then pursed his lips to prevent
himself from moaning. Rohan’s skilled fingers were stroking his length and
massaging his balls.
 His eyes rolled back, knees buckling. The only thing that snapped him out of
it was the duct tape suddenly slapped across his mouth. Muffled words fought to
escape; Josuke’s eyebrows scrunched up. Jotaro merely chuckled at him, a
rumbling sound that gave Josuke a shiver.
 “Who knew you were so dirty,” Rohan said. “I know what you like, Josuke…”
 Josuke grumbled in his throat just before Rohan’s thumb grazed over the tip of
his hardening cock. He moaned, head falling back onto Rohan’s shoulder. Perfect
teeth grazed his cheek, and a hungrier mouth latched onto his neck. He couldn’t
tell which mouth belonged to whom.
 It was Jotaro sucking his neck, taking the skin between his teeth to leave
light red marks. Josuke’s knees were still weak and his body nearly fell.
Rohan’s arms couldn’t hold him up, but Jotaro caught him in time. He was
relieved from Rohan’s sinister touch and carried to the bedroom, where Jotaro
lay him gently down, propped up against pillows.
 “Rohan, wait,” he said. Josuke opened his eyes as Jotaro touched his cheek.
“Josuke, do you want to stop?”
 His body reacted positively to his nephew’s intense gaze, and Josuke easily
became lost in Jotaro’s dark eyes. He shook his head, no, that he didn’t want
to stop, because he knew this was his desire too—he’d had fantasies about his
older nephew before. And Rohan, well, as much as he was an ass, he wasn’t bad
to look at.
 Plus, the stupid manga artist had made him uncomfortably hard, and damned if
he wasn’t going to finish the job.
 “Are you sure you want to continue?”
 He nodded.
 Jotaro grinned. Rohan huffed a little and Josuke felt his arms being tugged.
He grumbled, trying to get words through the tape again as his wrists were tied
to the posts of the bed. He certainly didn’t expect his first sexual experience
to be so kinky, but surprisingly, it turned him on more.
 Especially since Jotaro and Rohan had shifted their attention to him, and him
alone.
 Rohan stripped bare and nudged his way underneath Josuke’s body. His own
erection poked against Josuke’s back, distracting him from Jotaro as he removed
Josuke’s pants. Well-manicured hands were in his vision, feeling down his
shoulders to rest on his pecs. His nipples hardened under Rohan’s palms as they
rubbed his nubs in little circles. Rohan’s breath was on his ear, whispering
tasteless promises and the usual insults at the tip of his tongue. It curved
around the shell of Josuke’s ear, making him whine, arching his neck for more;
Rohan’s lips greedily latched onto him like a leech.
 Jotaro didn’t strip down, but helped Rohan in stimulating Josuke. He kissed
each ab on Josuke’s stomach with feather-light touches of his mouth until he
reached his uncle’s bellybutton. Jotaro traced around it with his tongue, hot
and salivating, then dipped it into the small opening. Josuke’s back arched and
he struggled with a moan that caught in his throat. His fully erect cock was
yet untouched and it wasn’t fair, being pleasured by his hot uncle and the
cute, stupid manga artist behind him. Rohan pinched Josuke’s nipples between
his fingers and continued to whisper his influence into Josuke’s ear.
 “Jotaro takes such good care of you,” he said. Josuke’s eyes opened and he
glanced to the side where Rohan’s cheek touched the corner of his jaw. “Look,
you see?” Fingers ghosted over the area of Josuke’s neck where Jotaro left a
hardly-noticeable mark. “He didn’t even bite hard enough to draw blood, Josuke…
You have such a good nephew, don’t you? He doesn’t take quite so good care of
me…”
 “Mmph mm hmph?” Josuke was smirking beneath the tape. Rohan huffed again,
pinching his nipples harder. Josuke flinched.
 “Of course I’m jealous, you brat,” Rohan seethed. “But he sure is beautiful to
look at from this angle, don’t you think, Josuke?”
 Both of their attention shifted to Jotaro. His coat and vest were long-
forgotten on the floor, leaving him in his tight black turtleneck. He kissed
softly around Josuke’s throbbing length, nuzzling his nose into the soft curly
hairs at its base. Josuke moaned, wriggling his thighs, but Jotaro held them
down easily. His red cheeks deepened in color as his nephew kissed up the side
of his cock, only allowing his tongue to show itself when he reached the tip.
It was harder for Josuke to breathe now, in and out through his nostrils, and
his heart was pumping too fast. Rohan noticed the increase in thumps beneath
his hand and stopped teasing the poor boy, nudging Jotaro’s shoulder with his
foot.
 “Sorry, Jotaro, I’ll have to take this off,” he said. He picked at the corner
of the tape with one hand, still holding Josuke flush against his chest with
his other arm, and tore it off in one swift movement.
 “OW!”
 “Be grateful,” Rohan said. Josuke grumbled, taking gulps of air until he
caught his breath.
 “Better?” Jotaro asked.
 “A little,” he said. “Now I just need to punch this teasing asshat behind me
and I’ll be good.”
 “Oh?”
 Rohan’s fingers ran along the skin of Josuke’s neck, up to his chin, tilting
his head back. He nipped at the soft skin of his cheek, then bit the skin
harder as he got closer to Josuke’s lips.
 “There must be another way to shut you up,” he said quietly, and stuck two of
his fingers into Josuke’s mouth. As expected, Josuke tried to speak around
them, but was distracted by Jotaro’s mouth covering the head of his cock. He
whined, pressing back against Rohan. Both of them stared down, watching Jotaro
suck only the tip before taking more into his mouth, coating Josuke’s length in
a thick layer of spit. How did he have so much saliva?
 Josuke couldn’t form an answer to that in his head, moaning around Rohan’s
fingers, his jaw slack. “Suck,” Rohan commanded, and for whatever reason,
Josuke did.
 Jotaro’s eyes were closed as he still took more of Josuke into his mouth. His
throat was a godsend, wide enough for Josuke’s girth. He swallowed him easily,
twisting his mouth around Josuke’s cock. Slurping sounds mixed with desperate
whines and quiet panting caught Jotaro’s attention; he opened his eyes, looking
up to see his uncle and Rohan watching him, completely mesmerized. He exhaled
sharply out of his nostrils and let his sharp teeth graze very gently along
Josuke’s length as he began to bob his head up and down.
 “Isn’t he gorgeous when he sucks cock?” Rohan whispered into Josuke’s ear. He
nodded, unaware how immediate his response was, and shivered as Rohan’s free
hand traveled down his abs. It left his skin to tangle in Jotaro’s hair,
reaching just a little too far and pushing them both forward. Rohan tugged and
pulled at Jotaro’s hair, slowly, then more fervently; Josuke felt him rubbing
his cock against his back and shivered again.
 “Mm—ahh!” Josuke bit down a little on Rohan’s fingers. The manga artist hissed
and removed them from his mouth. “J-Jotaro, s-stop, I’m gonna—“
 Josuke ‘oofed!’ as he was suddenly pushed forward. Rohan was leaning into him
and pulled Jotaro by his hair off of Josuke, ignoring the fact that he was
overstretching Josuke’s bound arms.
 “Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted. “Jotaro, I think you and I both agree he shouldn’t be
allowed to cum so easily, no?”
 “Hm, you’re right,” Jotaro agreed. “Get the lube, Rohan.”
 Josuke flopped back onto the pillows as Rohan slid off the bed from beneath
him. Rohan opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a shiny plastic
bottle of lube. He took Jotaro’s place between Josuke’s legs and smirked up at
the younger man, winking at him. Josuke scrunched his nose up, blushing.
 Concern came to the forefront of his thoughts too soon, however, and his body
began to tremble. He grasped uselessly at the air and closed his eyes, breath
uneven as his hips lifted off the bed. A warm, wet finger circled around his
asshole and he gasped. But there was body heat next to him, now, and a strong
arm around him.
 “You’ll do great, Josuke,” Jotaro whispered sweetly in his ear. It was more
pleasant than hearing Rohan’s dirty words, and even better that Jotaro was
kissing across his cheek and down his jawline. His lips found Josuke’s and the
younger man whined desperately as they kissed, slowly, closed-mouth.
 When Rohan pushed his first finger in, Josuke’s muscles clenched. Jotaro
soothed him by stroking along his neck, then over his pecs and arms. For such a
large, rough man, his touch was gentle, and his kisses comforting. Josuke
gasped again when the second finger stretched him out; his open mouth was
invaded by Jotaro’s tongue, and he forgot all about the pain – or most of it,
anyway. Jotaro’s lips still worked slowly, taking their time to ravish Josuke’s
mouth. His tongue moistened every crevice in Josuke’s mouth; Josuke’s length
starting to harden again from the oral stimulation, so that he didn’t even
realize when a third finger entered.
 The panting, moaning Josuke was desperate between them, and Rohan would never
admit how much it turned him on. He adored the neediness of the younger man,
and wanted to fuck him into oblivion if only Jotaro would let him. But Rohan
knew what he saw in those pages, knew that Josuke wanted Jotaro to fuck him
raw. So he would let it be.
 Rohan could at least have the first bit of fun, though. “Turn around, on your
knees,” he said, removing his fingers. Josuke reluctantly left Jotaro’s lips,
panting as his nephew unbound him. He turned around as Rohan asked. It was
embarrassing for him to be facing Jotaro, but Jotaro only smiled at him. Still
had on that dumb hat, though. Josuke snatched it from Jotaro’s head and placed
it on his ruffled pomp.
 He swore there was red coloring Jotaro’s cheeks, but Josuke only got a brief
glance before Rohan started to push his dick in. He hissed a little, closing
one eye and trying to concentrate on breathing to keep calm. Jotaro reached
forward and pulled his face close again, kissing Josuke’s closed eye, then his
nose, and his lips again. Rohan pushed further in, but Josuke was consumed by
Jotaro kissing him, by the kind words that breathed on his lips. The large,
calloused hands caressing his cheek moved across his shoulders and down
Josuke’s back, massaging the muscles, giving the younger man goosebumps.
 Josuke grunted each time Rohan pulled out, then thrusted back in. His rhythm
was slow and careful, knowing Josuke was a virgin, but his hands tightly
gripped Josuke’s waist. As his muscles gradually relaxed Rohan moved a little
faster, pushed a little harder. Josuke groaned, breaking from Jotaro’s lips and
clutching onto his broad chest. Rohan ventured to cup Josuke’s round ass and
squeezed, making him moan below. Josuke never realized how sensitive his
backside was until then.
 But he occupied himself with Jotaro’s firm pecs, squeezing them and palming
the nipples. Jotaro’s breath had startled; uneven puffs left his mouth every
few seconds. Through his blurry vision Josuke looked down and could mark the
outline of Jotaro’s erection through his tight white pants, and he couldn’t
wait for them to come off.
 Rohan was moving faster now, harder still, saying such filth as, “Josuke, your
ass feel so good,” and, “I love how you look beneath me.” Josuke blushed a deep
red but couldn’t deny how good it felt to be full, to have even Rohan’s cock
stuffed up his ass. The pain was dull and unnoticeable now as Josuke felt heat
in the lower pit of his belly. He knew what that was, whining in a higher-
pitched voice, moaning both of their names as he was about to cum.
 “Haah… dammit, Josuke,” Rohan panted. He pulled completely out of Josuke,
leaving him gaping and Rohan himself unsatisfied. Josuke collapsed forward onto
Jotaro, thighs trembling and his toes curled. “Jo—Jotaro, you’re up…”
 “Oh, already?” Jotaro mused. He kissed Josuke’s forehead and whispered to him,
“Turn onto your back,” then took Rohan’s place. Rohan was at the side of the
bed, smirking as he watched Josuke struggle to catch his breath. Jotaro’s hat
fell off of Josuke’s head, beside the pillows, which Rohan picked up and put on
his own head. Josuke rolled his eyes, turning onto his back.
 Jotaro lifted Josuke’s legs and pulled him further down on the bed. Rohan tied
his hands to the bedposts again, though Josuke only protested half-heartedly
with a weak pull on the rope. Jotaro wasted no time, however, pushing into
Josuke after he quickly lubed his dick.
 He was muchbigger than Rohan.
 Josuke whimpered, clenching his eyes shut. His hands pulled at the rope, chest
heaving as Jotaro filled him up more than Rohan could. It stretched him out too
much and hurt a lot more than when Rohan was fucking him.
 Unexpectedly, Rohan brushed dampened bangs from his forehead and leaned down,
kissing just above Josuke’s brow. Josuke’s lips parted, a question on the tip
of his tongue, but was not allowed to speak as Rohan’s mouth descended on his
own. Josuke sighed, skin tingling all over. Rohan’s kisses were even sweeter
than Jotaro’s.
 The way Rohan’s tongue expertly danced around Josuke’s, how his mouth sucked
on Josuke’s bottom lip with teeth grazing it—Rohan’s skill far exceeded
Jotaro’s, though when his nephew finally eased fully inside of Josuke, his ass
continued to throb painfully.
 “Mmh,” Rohan hummed, “He’s so big, I know, but trust me, Josuke—you’ll be
begging for more when it starts to feel good.”
 “Hah… Easy for you to say,” he mumbled quietly with pink cheeks. “You’ve
probably had him up your ass a million times already.”
 “Maybe I have,” Rohan said. Josuke wanted to kiss that smirk off his face,
bite his lips—yeah, Josuke did just that, lifting his head to nip at Rohan’s
smart mouth. Rohan quirked a brow but bent forward again, and Josuke’s eyes
closed with the image of the shitty manga artist in Jotaro’s hat. It was cuter
than he thought was possible.
 Rohan’s sneaky little hand had found Josuke’s length again, stroking it lazily
as Jotaro began to move. Their lips parted and Rohan moved on to tease Josuke’s
ear again, tickling it with his chilled breath. The hand on him brought his
cock back to full hardness; Josuke opened his eyes again and looked down to
watch Jotaro’s intense concentration, his nephew’s eyes watching his length
disappear into Josuke’s ass. It made the younger man moan aloud, clutching onto
air with his bound hands.
 Jotaro took this as a signal and moved a little faster, grunting Josuke’s
name, trying to hide sounds of pleasure. Josuke’s head rolled back and his toes
curled again, he was already so close so soon, but this time with Jotaro’s fat
cock pounding him. His nephew’s cock quickly found and brushed against his
prostate—he thought that was just a myth, but boy did Josuke know that it was
his G-spot, moaning shamelessly.
 “So loud,” Rohan said, “We’ll have to shut you up again.”
 Josuke had no strength or desire to protest as Rohan climbed on top of his
chest, tapping Josuke’s lips with the tip of his cock. It leaked precum, which
Josuke readily licked clean, lifting his head off the pillow to suck Rohan off.
The shitty manga artist messed up what was left of his pompadour, shoving his
cock into Josuke’s mouth—carefully at first, because Rohan didn’t want to choke
him enough to make him puke. Josuke whined, tears prickling his eyes. He looked
up to see Rohan’s scrunched brows beneath Jotaro’s hat, biting his lip ‘til it
bled a little, his eyes distant and dark.
 Jotaro’s hands gripped his thighs tighter. Josuke moaned, gagging a little as
Rohan thrusted deeper into his throat. Jotaro kept pounding him in that sweet,
sweet sensitive area, the veins of Josuke’s biceps embossed as he pulled hard
on his restraints. With a loud cry and Rohan’s dick in his mouth he came, eyes
rolling back, splashing cum onto his stomach and Rohan’s lower back.
 Jotaro kept thrusting into him, mumbling little things here and there,
whispering Josuke’s name and once or twice, Rohan’s, then he came inside of
Josuke, his cum overflowing the gaping area and leaking out. Josuke felt
Jotaro’s weight push forward, opened his blurry eyes to see Jotaro biting
Rohan’s neck. Rohan let go of Josuke’s hair in favor of pulling Jotaro’s hair,
his head falling back as he cried out Jotaro’s name. Rohan pulled out of
Josuke’s mouth and came all over his face.
 Josuke quickly closed his eyes, waiting for the hot mess to stop spurting on
his cheeks and lips. He opened them again, his mind in a haze but his sexual
desires satisfied.
 He couldn’t recall what he was doing before, or what he had planned for the
day before their mind-blowing threesome. He hardly believed what just happened
actuallyhappened, even as Jotaro unbound his raw wrists. Rohan stumbled off the
bed, and Josuke sat up, still breathing quite heavily. He accepted tissues from
Rohan to clean up his face, stomach, and ass.
 Rohan turned out to be a cuddler after sex, nudging Josuke to scoot into the
middle of his irrationally large bed. He asked Rohan outright why he needed
such a large bed for just himself, but Rohan’s only answer was a wink and, “For
moments like this.”
 Josuke couldn’t argue with that. Rohan was more inclined to snuggle up to
Jotaro’s larger chest, but settled for Josuke’s with a half-assed grumble. His
lithe legs wrapped around Josuke’s sticky thighs, and the younger man noticed
an elegant scent radiating from Rohan. Possibly his sweat and cologne mixed
together, but it smelled good, and Josuke wasn’t opposed to burying his nose in
Rohan’s hair to inhale the asshole’s alluring scent.
 Jotaro’s arm encompassed both of them easily. One hand stroked Josuke’s messy,
gel-crusted hair affectionately, and every few moments Jotaro left small kisses
on Josuke’s temple.
 Josuke had never felt so well-taken care of. He napped easily after that
encounter, drifting in and out of a restful sleep. He was sure Jotaro got up
before either of them, but was content to stay in Rohan’s arms. After all, they
were going to have to share Jotaro whether they liked it or not… And Josuke
figured he would be shared between them, too.
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