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Jjba !NSFW! OneShots! Part 1-4!

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I didn’t see much fanfics of my fav characters that I liked or just couldn’t find lol so I said fuck it we ball
Will I be any better? Haha no.
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I will only write F/M requests since that is what I am comfortable with and I do not want to misrepresent any LGBTQ groups, so reader will go by She/her pronouns!
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Well I hope this doesn’t make you vomit so enjoy!

The characters in the following fan fiction are NOT MINE and belong to Hirohiko Araki.
All characters in this fan fiction are aged up.

Chapter 1: Cold Desert Nights, Kakyoin x reader

Summary:

“Please, please don’t stop.”
Kakyoin’s grip on your lower back grew tight, and his worry-filled eyes were now replaced once more with desire.
“As you wish.”

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

You always found it bizarre how the deserts, one of the most heated places one can be, got so fucking cold at night. Abdul would probably (and did) tell you it is because glass doesn’t retain heat but rather reflects it upon one another, reflecting the heat of the sun back to the cloudless sky. When the sun sets, the glass, or rather the sand, cannot hold the heat and thus will release it to the open night sky. But since there is not a cloud in sight in such deserts, the temperature would drop increasingly. But by the time Avdol would even reach that point in his explanation, you were already indulging in a fantasy, daydreaming about something, or rather, of someone. Mr. Joestar would then start scolding and poking at the poor young Abdul for giving the young lady a “lecture so boring that she’s practically asleep whilst walking!”. Polnareff snickered, his nose crinkled, as he tried his hardest not to let his stifled laughter loose, this of course failing, and in the midst, all Jotaro could give as a response would be a simple grunt, murmuring under his breath complaints and swears. But while a soft chuckle left from your slightly upturned lips, your eyes carefully glided across the sandy landscape to the redhead robed in green uniform who walked before all of you; Kakyoin. 

You wouldn’t call it per se a crush, no that was much too childish, but rather you found him charming; endearing if you will. Oh, the way his curls, with the color of red cherries, bounced and twirled in the desert’s dry air, his eyes so pristine and sharp, quick to catch sight of things most people would miss. And you were helpless to the urge and want of outlining the man’s physique; for not every man carries such defined, broad shoulders and back. The uniform grabbed hold of his waist, almost as if showing off the muscular body with pride.  

You shook your head softly. Such thoughts were inappropriate, you knew it to be true. But the man still haunted you both night and day, both oasis and dunes, you just wouldn’t admit it. 

As though the dry lands heard of your question, night rushed in with but a swift motion. The Stardust Crusaders were wrapped and bundled so tightly and yet still couldn’t escape the chill of the sandy dunes. With a shudder, Mr. Joestar turned around. A dark maroon cloth wrapped around his hat and head, the rest flowing down upon his shoulders, acting as a cloak.

“We’ll have to rest here. The palms might protect us from wind chills and perhaps help hide us from any… Unwanted guests,” He said gruffly. He turned his back towards Abdul, Jotaro, Polnareff, and you once more, with Kakyoin standing far behind at the very back. Mr. Joestar signaled with short exchange to Polnareff to collect wood for a fire. With a whine, the Frenchman went to complete his task, reminded of the fact that he had you to warm and protect. 

Since you had been sent by the Speedwagon Foundation to attend the wounds of any member of the Stardust Crusaders, Polnareff, would stop at nothing but to woo you. Not in the sense he was harassing you of course, in fact, his gestures were often deemed adorable and you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. He would make declarations now and then talking about how he would stop at nothing to protect you, “I am your sword Y/n to protect you, your knight in shining armor!” He would add on. Or how whenever you all would travel someplace new, Polnareff would make sure to find the regional flowers of the country that all of you would be staying for but a moment, and bring you a bouquet. Polnareff was a romantic, you admired that quality about him, and you hoped for him to find a woman who was as such of a romantic as he. He was a good man, with a good heart. But unbeknownst to you, as Polnareff would hand you flower after flower, the scowl of a member only grew and grew, and the crevices of the crossed eyebrows only deepened and deepened. Truly an ugly sight of jealousy. 

            

With a rattle and a final crack, the wood was thrown in the very center of the open land, bordered by brush and palm trees. Polnareff with his hands on his hips, grinned with admiration to his now almost completed work.

“Now stay close to me ma chérie, and watch Silver Chariot and I execute our true talent!”

 With not so much as time to breathe, the Frenchman summoned his Stand with ease, and in that instance, the Stand was quick to do its duty. With the waving of his beating sword in the air, Silver Chariot worked with such speed, it was as though it were a hummingbird. Soon, the slashing of the rapier ceased, and with now even more confusion lingering in the air, nothing changed. An awkward silence floated around, until finally someone dared to break it. Clearing your throat, you asked carefully, 

“Uhm, Polnareff, what was that supposed to help with?” You winced, for it came out much harsher than you intended it to be, but you were baffled. What was the point of aimlessly striking the rapier in the air? 

His mouth slightly parted, Polnareff’s eyes darted around as his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Silver Chariot was supposed to make sparks to start a fire, but…” 

Polnareff responded, as you both watched the last spark die upon the still-cold wood and twigs.

“…I see.”

“Abdul,” Mr. Joestar groaned through chattering teeth. Without another word exchanged, Abdul nodded his head, knowing all too well what Mr. Joestar asked for. A hissing sound and a pop softly came from fortune teller's fingertips as he brought his now inflamed finger to the fire. And as Abdul lit the fire, a satisfying sigh echoed from each of the Stardust Crusaders. Everyone was now warm. 

           

With head wraps and cloaks tossed aside, smells of various exotic spices and fresh herbs intoxicated the air, practically making you salivate. It had been days since you last had a proper meal, and as you watched Abdul cook with such vigor, his eyes sparked and gleamed as he focused on his meal, it was nothing but a reminder of how starved you were.

“Here you go Miss Y/n, this is a famous dish in my home country called, Warak Enab or simply put; Stuffed Grape Leaves.” Abdul handed you the wooden plate with three rolls wrapped so neatly, the stuffing of rice slightly protruding from either side of the roll. His eyes were aflame with pride for his dish, but who wouldn’t be when the stuffed grape leaves smelled so wonderful, and how they taunted and seduced you, begging you to devour them. And you wouldn’t dare to deny them such an offer.

“Mm, incredible Abdul! But it is rather strange for a vendor to be so conveniently placed in the middle of nowhere,” Polnareff said through each bite he took, without much thought.

Abdul turned his head up with haste, anxiety slowly beginning to brim amongst you all. With a sigh of annoyance, Jotaro added,

“Too convenient.” 

“Well, what should we do Mr. Joestar?” Kakyoin asked, his delicate eyebrows crossed with worry as usual, though his stance be proud and tall.

With a grunt of both exhaustion and worry, Mr. Joestar brought his prosthetic hand to his temple, his eyes shut closed, as he gritted his teeth. But as quick did his pained expression had befallen him, his eyes opened with a flicker, a spark within them, his teeth gritting no more. It was the look that Mr. Joestar always had when he had a plan, or at least a decent idea. As Mr. Joestar paced amongst the members and you, he recited his idea to us.

“Tell you what, let’s have someone stand watch for the night.” 

Polnareff was quick to intervene.

“What if the person on watch falls asleep or begins to?” His hand waved in the air as if he were a young schoolboy, eager to question the teacher's prompt. You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered upon your face.

What a goofball.

Quick to respond, Kakyoin snapped,

“We’ll have people swap after certain time periods. The one on watch will wake the other up when said previous person's shift is done, quite a simple solution really, not much thought needed.” Though he responded with ease, with not a hint nor sign of his voice raising or fluctuating, Kakyoin’s voice carried the sting of snark. The hand of Polnareff shot down with annoyance and now straightened his back tall as he turned to him, curious of what the redhead was implying. 

“What are you saying with ‘not much thought needed?’ Haa Kakyoin?!” Polnareff snapped back, his hands now already gripping with force upon the collar of Kakyoin’s uniform, raising the redhead slightly to his level. 

“Well by the fact you are already so… Handsy,” Kakyoin started all too coolly, but the look he gave Polnareff said something entirely different. He gave the look of pure judgment and disgust, as if Polnareff was a caveman, and he, a renaissance man.

“is just proving my statement; you don’t give much thought to certain things, if at all.”

That was the breaking point for the Frenchman. His forehead furrowed into thick crevices, and his eyes twitched like a madman as he bit his lip harshly. If he were to bite his lip with slightly more force than now, his lip shall surely bleed.

With Polnareff’s fist in the air, his urge to hold back now long gone, your mind froze. You would have never imagined a squabble such as this, would go so far as to get violent, and how could you even intervene? The men before you were much larger and not to mention not only of height, but also of sheer strength, you would only be a fly to them; insignificant. But before you could even come up with a plan to separate the two angered men, all too similar to bulls faced with red, a flash of purple flew past you without so much as time to blink. And thus the scene laid before you and the rest. 

Hovering above Polnareff’s shoulder, floated Star Platinum, gripping fiercely at the Frenchman’s forearm holding him in the very spot unmoving, as Polnareff’s fist stayed balled. 

]With a groan laced with utter annoyance, Jotaro pulled his hat down, acting as though the scene before him embarrassed him fully.

“What a fucking pain,” Jotaro mumbled, motionless.

Tension hung in the air, no one dared to breathe, not to mention to even speak. But the silence was soon broken with a grunt from Polnareff, making you almost jump from the sudden sound. He yanked his arm away with surprising ease. It seemed the grip from Star Platinum had loosened, a command done most likely by its master, and so the stand thus rejoined by his master’s side, and finally infused with one another to be as one. With a final parting glare towards Kakyoin, the Frenchman stormed off, not bothered to mention where he was going, and it was likely that he knew not where he was even going in the first place.

"I’ll be first to keep watch,” Kakyoin murmured to himself, not caring whether or not anyone had heard what he said. All that mattered was the fact he stated out loud where he was headed and that he be left with silence. Ignoring the uneasiness that lingered amongst the remaining members, that being Mr. Joestar, Jotaro and of course you, Abdul with his hand to his temple stated matter of factly, 

“I would believe it would be best if we all went and got a good night’s rest, we must have energy in the early morning for any possible Stand Users that are ready to pounce upon us at any moment.” His hand pointed upward, as if showing the punctuation to  his point clearly.

“And I believe Kakyoin should get over his foul mood, after all, I doubt he would put anyone’s life at risk for such pettiness, hopefully…” Abdul finished his statement with a clap and an attempt at a smile. But instead of a gleeful grin, there lay plastered a smile of anxiety, worried for the sake of his dear friends, and what would be the future of the Stardust Crusaders if they should be needed to be sent home. 

Mr. Joestar nodded in agreement. There was nothing they could do for them to make up but just let them be.

“Then I’m off. Goodnight,” Mr. Joestar groaned, exhaustion practically oozing from each word he said, it was a miracle he didn’t just fall right where he stood and sleep. Suddenly, he turned slowly around, only half-heartedly.

“Y/n dear, would you mind taking care of the fire and putting it out once you go to sleep?” He asked drowsily.

You look up from the ground, a habit you developed when conflict would arise, not daring to look anyone in the eye, for you feared what you may find lurking within them as anger flashed and flickered like sparks. You replied quickly.

“Mhm, I’ll do it.”

“Good girl, I’m off to sleep then.” Mr. Joestar waved to you, his back now turned fully towards you once more. Now all that remained was Abdul, Jotaro, and yourself. With an awkward grin, Avdol turned his head only slightly and said with a low chuckle,

“I should probably prepare my bed as well, I bid you a goodnight.” Jotaro nodded to you as Abdul said his farewell, you gave a small wave in return to the both, a meek smile painted softly upon your face.

“Sleep well.”

And with that, you watched as the two giants of men strolled off into the dark.

And now, only you remained. You stood awkwardly as you kicked at the sand gently, your eyes locked upon the fire. How it danced and bent in the breeze, as though it were performing an exotic dance, you were entranced. 

There was a difference with the fire that swayed before you compared to the flames that ignited and burnt the two Polnareff and Kakyoin. The fire that lay dancing before you here was gentle, warm, and radiant, but the sparks that flew between the Frenchman and the redhead only burned and blistered, casting cold shadows upon the freezing sand. It was so strange. Unlike lighting a fire, everything went wrong and ablaze between the two in a matter of seconds, in a matter of poor choice of words, but why? The exotic dance made by the flames were now reduced to a glowing ember, pulsating with each gust of wind that came by. Was their fire now only a glowing ember, if not ash? Or does it scorch with as little as approaching? The ember now before you turned cold; ash. 

And with this, you decided it would be best to take Abdul’s advice and get proper rest. You laid down your sleeping bag next to the pile of ash and charcoal where once the fire burned, swatting away any sand that rolled upon it as the breeze came by. And finally, your body and mind both exhausted, you sat down and let yourself fall upon the sleeping bag, humming with delight when your back reached the cushioned bag. Oh how beautiful were the stars, as they glistened and gleamed above, as though smiling joyously at you, not minding the tension and anger that hung heavy and contaminated the night wind. The palm trees swayed with each gust of wind that came, one after the other, the dark green palm leaves decorated with the soft rays of moonlight, but no matter how many times you adjusted yourself, the moon was always covered by leaf or branch, or something of that nature. 

And while you were so tired and the scenery magnificent, you found yourself fidgeting and squirming in your sleeping bag. No matter how many times you adjusted yourself, in a moment, perhaps about five minutes, you would toss yourself to a different position once more. But it was all to no avail. You still couldn’t sleep. With a headache and pulsating thumps vibrating within your ear, you sat up groggily, a moan of annoyance escaping your lips.

Think Y/n, think…

You kept repeating to yourself, forcing yourself to come up with a way to make yourself sleep. Perhaps counting sheep? While it is rather… Childish, it wouldn’t hurt to try? But by the time you reached sheep number one hundred and four, it was time for another tactic. 

Meditation, breathing techniques (not hamon.), reverse psychology of convincing yourself that you must stay awake; nothing. Not a single thing you thought of worked, in fact, it made you more aware, more awake. Perhaps pacing would work? And thus you started pacing.

Back and forth, back and forth you went, the sand cool beneath your feet, a little too cool. You shivered, wrapping the cloth that you had brought along tightly around you. Though it did little, it was better than being bare against the harsh chills. But that didn’t discourage your pacing. You walked slowly around, taking a moment to appreciate the little flowers and plants that grew in such extreme climates, you could not help but admire them. They survived heat waves and freezings, with little water to no water. They carried on, adapting, even as far to say as thriving. You smiled to yourself. They were just like the Stardust Crusaders, every one of them. You could not help but just feel proud of them, admiration. They fought every foe they’ve encountered and adapted in their own ways too, so similar to the plants that lay here before you now. They grew strong, and will continue to grow even stronger. 

Abruptly, a gust of wind hurried by, your grip on the cloth loose. A gasp left your lips as the cloth was torn from your very hand, when something happened. While you were so sure that you had now forever lost that garment, there it stayed bending in the breeze but strangely, it was unmoving, as if caught. Adjusting your eyes to the full embrace of the moonlight and the open land that you found yourself in, you now understood what had stopped the garment from flying away, or rather better said, what caught the piece of cloth. Shimmering emerald green sparkled before you as you were met with a pair of yellow ovals, mimicking eyes, his sparkling hand holding the cloak with a tight grip. Hierophant Green. But if Hierophant Green was here, where was its Stand user? Your eyes locked upon the Stand’s tendril, tracing it along until it trailed behind you. With a cock of your head, you spun around with haste, only to be met with those same pristine amethyst eyes, locked on you. You choked down a gasp.

“I didn’t notice you were here..” You spoke, though not intending for it to come out as a whisper. 

Oh, he was awfully close, his hot breath caressing your face. This is not how you intended to keep warm and yet, it strangely worked, and more strangely enough, you did not mind. In fact, you hoped he would never pull away. 

As if reading you like a book sprawled open wide before him, as if he studied you, his eyes bounced between your gaze. But unnoticed by you, he found himself caught for only but a passing glance at the sight of your barely parted lips. The redhead closed his eyes, hoping they would land somewhere else when he opened them once more, praying they would not dare show his primitive desires and wants. With a final huff, he shook his head softly as he took a step back, his expression serious as ever.

“You should be more careful next time, Y/n, I might have mistaken you for an enemy Stand User,” Kakyoin scoffed softly, his voice all but his usual gentle tone.

“But you didn’t,” you responded boldly, though lingers of fear twirled and twisted within you that you might upset him. A sigh of frustration left his lips.

“You are right, I would not have most likely mistaken you for an enemy.” His eyes once more closed and his hand placed upon his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed.

“But that still doesn’t excuse you to be so careless,” Kakyoin stated, his head now raised to your line of sight once more, his eyes locked upon you. His expression carried the obvious signs of frustration and even as far as to say as anger, but hidden beneath the sparks and flame, you could see he was truly worried. 

“I’ll try my best to be more careful next time..” You mumbled, the bold attitude you had carried was gone as quick as a flash, your eyes darted to the floor. You did not understand, you did not truly consider yourself a shy or bashful person, and yet here you stand before the man in the green uniform, mumbling with a face completely flushed. So what be the reason for such reaction, what about him made you squirm and shift each time you were under his orchid gaze? Oh, what a fool you were.

Your stare still casted below to the sandy ground, your eyes then began to daringly yet carefully as to not let him notice, trail across the body of the redhead, then following to his face to catch a glimpse of his expression once more. His hair, though still holding the hue of red, was now highlighted with the silver of the moon, his curls waving in the gentle breeze of night, similar to earlier before. His magenta-like eyes stared across the barren land that had little bunches of bush and palm scattered across the land. It was as though he was in search of something, waiting for something to appear before him and unlock the answers he lay begging for. But nothing did appear, so all he could do was let his sight wander across the land. His face was basked with the gentle moon ray, showing off each of his unique features, as he stood wrapped in tight garments and cloak. Truly like a fallen angel. 

But even with being cautious that he would not catch your stare, Kakyoin turned his head towards the feeling of a piercing gaze, his trained eyes were quick to catch your glance. Not that the eye contact lasted long, for you turned your head with a snap, and admired the sky, hoping the white light of the moon would hide the rising color of rose pink upon your cheeks.

“What was that all about Kakyoin? Polnareff, and you, I mean,” you demanded softly, not wanting to sound angry nor harsh but to prove the sound of confidence, not only to him but to yourself.

With a sharp scoff, the redhead turned his face from your figure to the sky you admired oh so much. 

“All I did was tell him what I always thought of him; that he’s a brute.” Kakyoin groaned, his gaze unwavering from the sky, as a scowl started to grow upon his lips once more.

You cocked your head towards his figure, annoyance beginning to fester from this childish fight that Kakyoin and Polnareff had.

“You know very well you don’t think of him as such,” You began, biting back any sign of annoyance or anger trying to bleed between your words.

“In fact, I know very well that you admire and even look up to him, as a fighter and as a friend,” You finished, feeling slightly proud of the fact you held back any snark or sarcasm. 

 “What do you even know what I think, Y/n? You know nothing about this so stay out of it,” Kakyoin suddenly snapped, his back now turned towards you as his hand in the air, as if signaling to you that this conversation has come to an end.

So much for biting your tongue.

            “Stay out of it? How in God’s fucking name can I ‘stay out of it’ when you both performed such a fiasco in front of everyone!” 

Anger started to boil and seethe, seeping into the night air once more. But anger, can easily blend and fuse with passion.

With almost Godspeed, Kakyoin spun around, his face contouring in frustration and annoyance. He quickly strode along the sand, not minding the chill of the desert wind, for his eyes and mind were fixated only upon you. With a huff, here now Kakyoin stood before you, only inches away from your own face. You matched his gaze, not caring no more nor afraid of what you would find behind his purple eyes. He then spatted,

“You only prove my point even more so, Polnareff has to make a scene of things because he doesn’t know what to say, so he acts like a chimp gone mad.” His arm up, he shot his hand through the air, as if piercing it to show the point.

“Some things, are not worth being curious about. You wouldn’t understand, and it shouldn’t be so hard to stay out of something that involves only Polnareff and I!” Kakyoin barked, his arm lowered down back to his side once more. The palms shivered in response, as if terrified of the state the conversation had taken a turn for.

“Well I don’t see you making an effort of even bothering to tell me what is even going on, I’m not as dumb as you think y’know?!” Rage engulfed everything you said now. You could not believe that Kakyoin truly thought that you could not comprehend a misunderstanding that was probably so simplistic, right? You were tired of this, tired of the burning touch of the flame, you wanted it out; cold ash. 

“I knew you were never fond of me, taking even the effort of avoiding me, like when offered by Mr. Joestar that we share a hotel room, you declined with such speed, nobody had even taken a breath yet. But I still make the effort of comforting you, of understanding the situation with the little information I have!”

Tears brimmed and dared to roll down your face, but you did not allow it, not in front of Kakyoin. Why did it bother you so much whether he was fond of you or not? Why did you even care so much that it was to the point it brought the stinging of tears, and the sharp cutting pain that was buried deep within your throat was evident, making you almost choke. Kakyoin fell silent, his face contorting with various different emotions. But the one most prominent of all, was guilt. With a saddened expression, Kakyoin threw his gaze to the sand to his side, not daring to look at your pained face. He never knew he had caused you so much anguish, had he been so harsh? Had he been so selfish with his own need to hide and stow away his secrets that he ended up hurting the ones dear to him? But his anger still did not leave him. With a groan, Kakyoin gritted,

“Even without mentioning anything, you’ve managed to twist and contort the truth.” 

With a scoff, you responded,

“Oh so now this is my fault? Un-fucking-believable, what truth is there to contort? It’s pretty fucking obvious that you don’t have ‘fond thoughts’ about me! So tell me what truth did I contort? Huh?!”

And so with your parting words, you have had enough. With a sharp twirl, you stomped off, a series of swears and curses trailing from your mouth, but whether they were meant for Kakyoin or for yourself, you were unsure. Not that you got far though. A cool metal-like tentacle that glittered like emeralds wrapped itself around your waist, a gasp leaving your now parted lips. You shot your head behind you, your torso slightly turned alongside too. There stood in the distance, Kakyoin with his face practically red with anger, much like the previous image of a bull with red. Next to him floated his Stand, as his tendril once more trailed leading right towards you, only this time, it was found around your waist. Though you protested verbally, your body spoke for itself. You were now completely turned towards Kakyoin, your face flushed with various kinds of emotions. Anger, embarrassment, and one hidden feeling that you tried oh so hard to push away. Lust. 

Each swear you uttered earned a tug and a larger scowl. You gritted your teeth and whined, the cursing never ceasing as you writhed underneath the tentacle. Each step of your own and tug from the Stand led you only closer to the redhead, each time seeing more detail in his expression. And at last, with a final tug and forced step, you were brought once more to Kakyoin. His eyes, fierce and his breath, panting.

“What are you now, a cowboy with his lasso?” You spatted, hoping to hide any signs of embarrassment or of your flustered state.

“Why must you be so difficult Y/n?” Kakyoin murmured, ignoring your sarcastic comment.

“I’ll tell you how you’ve contorted the truth, it’s because you’re so dense,” Kakyoin began.

“Doesn’t it click to you why I avoid you as best as I can, why each time I see you with that pillar head called Polnareff, it takes everything within me not to just throw him to the ground and beat him to a pulp?” His words seethed with anger. You have never imagined Kakyoin would think so violently. You looked at him, dumbfounded and confused. It was all so obscure with how he explained it, illusive. 

 “I-I don’t understand Kakyoin! Fucking just spell it out for me, stop being so cryptic with your vague descriptions!” You yelled, confusion gnawing at you. It was as if truth became lies, lies of truth, fictional to reality, and reality to fictional. An upside-down world.

“You’re so dense! Don’t you fucking get it? What don’t you understand, what don’t you get! Do you know how hard it is for me not to pounce upon you right now, to have you all to myself? To be selfish and call you mine, and you call me yours?” Kakyoin's eyes darted across yours, searching for an answer as he did before when he looked across the landscape. Hierophant Green’s tendril, only tightened as Kakyoin’s emotions grew more in intensity.

“My feelings, they can’t be contained anymore, they’re tearing me apart! And to see you before me like this, I, I…” The redhead trailed off, his head dropping down, his chin slightly meeting his chest, as though he admitted defeat to himself.

You stood there still wrapped in the tentacle, baffled. He did not imply what you thought, right? Kakyoin, the most cool-headed out of all the Stardust Crusaders, flustered because of you? It does not make sense, none of it. You tried so hard to put out the flames with your bare hands, but instead, you caused a roaring fire, an inferno. A familiar heat started to rise within you, not one of anger but something else, something far more sinful, a want, perhaps even a need. You squirmed and writhed underneath the tendril, was it always this tight? The once cold desert night, turned suddenly hot and humid, leaving you slightly panting, your cheeks still painted with the hue of burning red. Your throat and mouth dry, you were speechless. What has overcome you? Why were you so bothered? You did not mind the tendril no more, in fact, you wish it would tighten, only softly of course but tighter, more constricted. The desire only grew with each passing second, but surely it could not be for Kakyoin, right? 

Oh who were you trying to fool, you knew you always secretly dreamed of this moment, you craved it. To be held and caressed by him, to have a moment of bliss and sin with him, to be explored by him. But not only did you crave a night of passion, you wanted to be with him, to be by his side, to face hardship and trials right next to him. You wanted his love, and you wanted to give him all of your love to him too. 

His eyes rose once more but with a very different expression than from before, a look of pleading, of begging, almost as though he was on the verge of letting himself go. You shivered under his gaze, your thighs subconsciously rubbing against themselves for friction. 

“I want you Y/n, I desperately want you, I always have. You’re kind, sweet, you… You make me feel at ease, that I can truly help to defeat Dio, that good can win.” 

You held in your breath, too afraid to make a sound and ruin the moment. And as if reading your very mind, the wind grew silent, and the palms and bushes shook not a leaf. Utter silence, waiting for Kakyoin to finish. 

“So please Y/n, do not fucking torture me, I’m on the brink of insanity for you, I don’t think I can hold myself back for much longer…” 

Kakyoin’s hand reached toward your cheek, as you were met with the same piercing amethyst gaze you saw so many times before. His eyes grew heavy and clouded, but his gaze never breaking, at least for a short moment. His eyes trailed slowly to his thumb which was now touching your lips so delicately, grazing over your bottom lip, as if he was almost playing with it, toying. You did not dare to blink, afraid this was all a dream, afraid he would disappear. Your heart kept pounding within your rib cage, louder, and louder, faster, and faster, bound to crash. You did not know what to do or what to say, you were barely even processing that this was even truly happening. You could not take this mindless torture no more, and with a soft murmur between your gasps, you whined,

"If you’re gonna kiss me just fucking get to it please…” 

A smile emerged on Kakyoin’s cherry-red-like lips, the tentacle of Hierophant  Green tightening as though the stand itself was excited by your response.

“Should I take that as a yes?” 

His hands softly traced over your shoulders to your captive waist, pulling you against him. With a yelp, you returned your gaze once more to Kakyoin, soon followed with you slowly shaking your head up and down, signaling your consent.

“Y/n, I must know verbally, or I could perhaps interpret your signal wrong…” The redhead whispered into your ear, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Are you fucking serious right now?! Fine fine, yes it’s a yes, fuck…” You groaned, annoyed at Kakyoin’s newfound sadism, and aroused as the heat swelling within you captured your body whole.

“Hm, better,” Kakyoin mumbled half-heartedly into your ear as he pulled away. But now not even caring to gaze into your eyes, not caring to hide his carnal desires, his eyes filled with passion and lust, stared upon your lips.

And not wasting no more precious time, his hand on your lower jaw and neck, his soft delicate lips captured your own. If the flickers of passion were not aflame then, then here lie between you both raging sparks and flames, capturing you both in its bold dance, not caring to hide from one another. Your hands softly clawed and bundled the redhead’s uniform, until they found their way to the back of his neck, yours and his lips never parting. Though pauses and gasps echoed softly between you both, neither of you spoke, after all, the wise say, the body speaks for the person better than the voice ever could at all. Kakyoin’s hands on your waist grew with bore, and so they decided to explore the wonderful maiden that lay before them now. With a firm yet gentle touch, his hands slid upwards, encapsulating your very back, for his hands were much larger, so much so they practically covered your whole back, not a part of it bare. You moaned softly into Kakyoin’s lips, sending vibrations throughout his body, he shivered and the grip of the tendril squeezed only tighter.

“If you…” Kakyoin kissed your chin.

“Wish for…” Then the lining of your jaw.

“Me to stop…” He next kissed your neck with love and passion, leaving little love bites as he trailed downward.

"Tell me now…” And left finally a love bite on your collar.

 “Because if you don’t and you let me continue, I won’t be able to hold myself back Y/n,” Kakyoin softly warned, his voice as smooth and silky like honey, sticking within your mind, repeating the sound of his voice within your head over and over, you were in a trance. 

But Kakyoin’s eyes, they carried no longer the look of lust but of true worry, of compassion. But unlike the innocent look that he gave you, the position he was in now however was nothing but, to say the least, distracting. Kakyoin had now kneeled himself with his head near your lower stomach where you stood wrapped by the stand as his face was turned upwards to catch your gaze, his hands supporting your lower back. Gaining the composure to finally speak, you begged, the anger that you once carried now completely dissipated.

“Please, please don’t stop.” 

Kakyoin’s grip on your lower back grew tight, and his worry-filled eyes were now replaced once more with desire.

“As you wish.”

Kakyoin’s touch still gentle, was now eager to move his one hand to your lower back, the other hand on your upper back, assisting his Stand as the tendril, though never unwrapping itself, placed you down upon the cold ground.

Expecting to feel the chill of the sand as it stuck itself upon you, you were met instead with a different feeling. It was soft and silk like; a cloth of some sort. Confused, you slightly turned your head to your side while still laying down, only to see the garment you had brought along was placed upon the cold white colored sand. Kakyoin hovered slightly over your legs, you were still fully clothed. Kakyoin grumbled in slight annoyance, his eyes scanning your body whole. You cocked your head, perplexed about Kakyoin’s expression. Apprehension started to grow within you, your insecurities feeding off of it. What if he began to regret his decision? What if he realized that your body wasn’t one of a model or of a celebrity? Images of each of your supposed imperfections flashed before you in your mind, fear that Kakyoin would notice each of your physical faults that were eating you whole.

"This’ll never do…” Kakyoin mumbled to himself.

You opened your eyes, not even aware that you had them shut to begin with, as you felt the hot touch of Kakyoin’s finger tips trailing your stomach, purposely dragging his fingers across your body until they reached where they pleased. His hands were smooth and moved slowly, admiring your beauty, your soft skin, the way your stomach jolted under his touch, shivering, until reaching your pants. His fingers looped within the waistband on either side, his eyes were locked upon your body as he slowly undressed your legs, almost painfully slow, teasing you. A soft whisper within your mind as you huffed had now made the confirmation that Kakyoin was surely a sadist. Kakyoin had finally reached your ankles, and threw your pants to the wind, not even giving them a parting glance.

“T-those are my most favorite ones!” You exclaimed, watching as your favorite pair of pants were carried off to the desert dune.

A humorous smirk emerged upon Kakyoin’s lips, “They’ll be laying around here somewhere,” He stated. 

You looked down to where Kakyoin was, finding him looking right back at you with an intense gaze. Head near your lower stomach, it was similar to the position you were in before only this time, you were laying down and his hands had disappeared from your back and were encircled around your inner thighs gripping softly. And with quick action, Kakyoin with his hands still tightly firm on your thighs, spread your legs open with haste. You gasped at the sudden movement, forgetting all about your complaint. A sly smile appeared on Kakyoin’s features, similar to the one before.

“You know I would never bring you pain, right sweetheart?” 

Kakyoin’s eye contact was unrelenting, never allowing you to break from his, as his placed wet kisses upon your inner thigh, traveling closer and closer to your core with each peck. You found the little strength that you had within yourself to give a sheepish nod, accompanied with a ‘mhm~’. The only thing you could do was whimper and writhe beneath the redhead, though the movement was rather restricted due to the tentacle. God did he have an effect on you.

That was when a sudden wave of pleasure coursed through your very veins. You moaned, your back slightly arched, as your hand quickly reached for your mouth to muffle the lewd sound escaping your lips. Kakyoin’s tongue grazed only softly over your clit, and yet somehow, it caused such a reaction out of you. But his eyebrows were crossed, a look of both confusion and annoyance plastered on his face. His hand that once was gripping one of your thighs, reached for your own hand that had been covering your mouth, taking it into his warm grasp, fingers interlocking.

“Don’t hide the beautiful sounds that you make, I want to hear them all,” Kakyoin whispered, his eyebrows slowly uncrossing once more, but his eyes were intense; he meant every word. With another nod, a soft praise was heard from him, kissing your inner thigh once again. How hard you tried to compose yourself, to keep still beneath the touch of Kakyoin, careful not to buck into his mouth. But you were quick to see, that such a task was nearly impossible. 

His remaining free hand grabbed tighter around your soft thigh with each kiss and lick he placed upon you, eating you out. Oh how he dreamt of this moment, to watch as you lay a flustered mess beneath him, barely holding yourself back from your shivers and trembles. Never before did he care if he heard his name being called before, but now, hearing them leave your throat in pants, lewdly calling out to him, it was his favorite sound. As he sucked your clit, watching you dig your other hand into the sand, clawing at it in euphoria, he begged to hear you moan his name once more, and more, and more. He was addicted. He felt a sort of pride, seeing as even before he started enjoying his meal how aroused you were, how wet you had become just for him. 

I believe I may have found a fruit far more better than cherries,” Kakyoin purred into you, his voice sending vibrations to your very core, all you could was whine in response.

You found yourself huffing much more than before, your little self respect and restraint gone as you let your body buck into Kakyoin’s mouth, though your thighs still tried their hardest not to clamp around Kakyoin’s head. You were oh so close.

And if the stimulation of his surprisingly skilled tongue (you thought it was due to the fact how many cherries he eats) wasn’t enough, a pair of long digits of his rubbed momentarily up and down between your folds, toying with you until finally inserting it, you now realized your hand he held before felt empty now. All restraints put upon yourself by you were now gone, letting your thighs squeeze Kakyoin, which you felt bad for, though for Kakyoin, it was utter bliss. 

His fingers curled in rhythm to each flick of his tongue upon your clit, sending tidal waves of pleasure throughout your body. Kakyoin, knowing you were close, had to see what beautiful expression would be painted upon you as he brought your first orgasm of the night, his cock twitching as he palmed himself, waiting for your sweet release.

“Oh fuck Kakyoin- I’m close- ngh~” You felt woozy, drunk upon the redhead’s sweet combination of his tongue massaging your sensitive clit, and the curling of his fingers, reaching deep inside you, just brushing upon your g-spot. His teeth then suddenly softly grazed over your oh so sensitive clit, his fingers simultaneously now fully touching upon your sweet spot, applying firm pressure. This was your breaking point. Your body shook with visceral pleasure, your muscles spasming as you tried your hardest not to suffocate poor Kakyoin between your thighs while you came. But his body language suggested he loved the feelings of you letting yourself go, of letting yourself give no more restraint as you soaked up each wave of pleasure. His hands and upper arms still wrapped around your semi-closed legs, felt your thighs softly quiver both from the ecstasy and their failed, though trying, attempt not to squeeze him. A soft grunt was heard, as you felt then his arms push your thighs purposely around his head, as he finished his meal. 

“Don’t hold back, Y/n,” Kakyoin softly asked as he slightly pulled his flushed face away from between your legs, his tongue glazing over his lips for your remaining essence. The tendril began to slack, slithering back to Kakyoin’s side once again. You shivered at the sight, your core throbbing once more with want, with a primal need. 

Kakyoin got up to his knees, brushing off any sand that remained on him, his face as almost red as a cherry as he huffed in anticipation. He eagerly reached for the golden buttons that lay strapped tight to his uniform, he felt almost suffocated by them, though he was sure that the measurements should be correct. A smirk slowly appeared on your lips as an idea came to you; you haven’t pleased him yet. Though a little bit of teasing first shouldn’t hurt, right? You propped yourself upon your elbows, the same smile still apparent on your face. You carefully began to get up, devilish ideas and thoughts running through your head, your excitement brimming at the edge along with passion. You were now sitting, as you slowly inched closer and closer to Kakyoin, until you were only centimeters from his face. He stopped his work, his breath shakily bouncing off you.

“Oh Kakyoin, it seems to me that you need some sort of assistance, yes?” Your hand seductively dragged itself upon the redhead’s broadchest as it rose and fell with each breath. But your plan wasn’t to keep your hand drawing circles upon his heaving chest, oh no. You had a better idea. 

Your hand slowly yet surely traveled lower, lower, and lower, until finally arriving at Kakyoin’s crotch. You momentarily paused, although your face showed no sign of it, you internally gulped as you felt his cock throbbing against the tight cloth of his pants. How was that going to fit? A face so heavenly as his, you were never to expect for him to have such a vulgar size as he did. But even with these facts and even as far as saying slight worry coursed through your mind, it turned you on even more, you found yourself constantly shifting where you sat in front of him. You were so close to him, you could smell his intimate fragrance. You could not explain it. It obviously didn’t smell like a perfume such as being sweet or of fresh pine of some sort. No, Kakyoin carried this smell of musk to him. The fragrance was a combination of sweat and pheromones, and while such bodily smells, you thought, should have been a fragrance you would be displeased at smelling, you couldn’t get enough of it. It felt so personal, it intoxicated you in the best way possible, and you hoped that the smell would linger on your skin till morning, though ideally in your mind, it would never leave at all. You felt oddly, safe. In fact, you would not mind if you had just laid on his chest, never separating from him as you fully accepted his embrace.

You began palming his dick in slow movements, your eye contact never breaking as he did with you. His eyes flickered across yours, his breath becoming more and more rapid. His face was so erotic, so sinful, you could never get enough of that expression. 

“Tsk tsk, these pants of yours will never do,” You hummed slightly mockingly, copying Kakyoin’s previous act, as you took in pride as you watched Kakyoin stare at you, speechless at where this sudden burst of confidence came from. You wanted to see more of this flustered side to him, you were becoming greedy just for his gasps and moans. You wanted to please him.

Imitating legs, your fingers playfully walked up leisurely until finding his zipper. A soft ‘aha’ left your lips, almost sounding childish. With steady precision, you took hold of the zipper, letting the sound of it unzipping echo to Kakyoin’s ears, careful not to not let this moment pass too quickly. You wanted to torture him, only slightly of course, but to experiment how far to the edge you could push him. His pants finally out of the way, you let your hand slide to his abdomen, feeling his toned body under his shirt, practically in awe of his muscles, you let out a stifled whimper. Your face flushed, not intending for you to moan at the bare feeling of just his body. But who wouldn't? After all, he carried the body of a Greek god. A mischievous smile emerged once again on Kakyoin’s lips, pride radiating from him to see such a reaction from you at the mere touch of his body, though it was short lived, for your hand like a wave, was once flowing upwards, now began its descent downwards.

Your hand resting momentarily on his obvious bulge through his boxers, you pull down the boxers, his cock springing forward. Fuck, it was bigger than you thought. What it lacked in length (though it wasn’t lacking length but rather had too much in length) was made up for in it’s width. It was slightly curved towards him, precum leaking from the red hued tip. Your hand, soft and delicate, placed itself on the base of his dick, swallowing down any thoughts of doubt or uncertainty that perhaps you couldn’t fit this. But your expression carried still your sly poker face. Your eyes trailed seductively from his cock to his own, leaning close to him, watching him as his eyes grew with surprise with each thing you did.

“Hmm, I wonder what should I do now?” Your hand stayed motionless. 

            Finally gaining the composure to speak once more, Kakyoin groaned through gritted teeth,

“Be careful of teasing, otherwise I don’t know if I can hold myself back..” He rose his hand to his mouth, enveloping half of his face as he sprawled his fingers across, as if hiding his flushed expression. 

You softly giggled, not taking heed to his warning as you let your eyes fall back to once more his throbbing dick.

“Perhaps, I should slide upwards?” Gripping surely, you stroked his cock upwards, rewarding you with the sweet sound of Kakyoin gasping.

            “Or maybe down…” You glanced up again, letting your hand continue its torture, earning you now with Kakyoin murmuring swears under his breath.

“Or what about if I do this?” You squirmed as you took pleasure with toying him, heat swelling in your lower stomach as you rubbed his tip with your thumb. You just couldn’t get enough, you were greedy, and that was your downfall. 

“I-I warned you Y/n, I don’t believe I can hold myself back for much longer, fuck…” Kakyoin’s eyes were as if on fire, with desire, with passion. He was putty in your hands, at least at this moment. 

“Awe, and what are you gonna do, cum?” You bit your lip, your hand now beginning to gain a steady pace. You yourself didn’t understand where this newfound confidence came from, but you were not going to let it go, you wanted to see him squirm, for him to writhe under his touch like he had done to you, in some sense; pay back in the best way possible. That was when everything backfired. You were too cocky against one of the Stardust Crusaders, one of the most powerful men you could ever meet.

While his cock continuously twitched as he subconsciously bucked slightly into your hand as you were scheming about how else you would tease him, Kakyoin on the other end, was coming up with his own plan. Or better yet to say, act upon his thoughts rather than to devise a plan. He grabbed your wrist that had been slowly stroking him, though not causing you pain of course, but putting pressure upon it. He yanked your arm carefully as not to hurt you, making your upper body land on his chest, noses softly grazing one another. It was now your turn to have wide eyes. 

“I gave you two warnings and yet you didn’t listen to me. Tch, I suppose I must take care of your listening problem and teach you some manners,” Kakyoin breathed against your neck. 

Without any time for you to have your say or of objections, in a matter of seconds you found yourself flipped with your chest to the floor, as your hips were held up by Kakyoin’s calloused hands, your knees stabilizing to the sudden change of pose. With your hands now placed next to your head as they laid there limp, you turned your head slightly to look directly, well at least trying to, at Kakyoin, wondering at what was his next move, trying so hard not to feel embarrassed at the fact that you sat before him in such a revealing pose. It baffled you truly that you even considered being confident enough to tease the man when you found yourself completely flustered with just laying before him in such an erotic position. 

With swift motion, Kakyoin’s uniform was tossed hurriedly to the side. He towered you, even though he was on his knees you noted, as his hands caressed each crevice and curve of your body, infatuated with your beauty. His hands were first at your hips, then they began to trail to your waist, squeezing softly at your skin. He held his breath without even knowing, as if he was afraid you would disintegrate under his very touch or movement. Grazing his fingers over your stomach, his hand then dragged to your back, his heart skipped a beat. Kakyoin never understood why, but he always believed the most attractive part of a woman’s body, was their back. How smooth and delicate it was, and the shoulder blades showing themselves whenever they would move their arm like angel wings, was to him utter grace and beauty. His hand only momentarily faltering, his fingertips began to trace your upper spine. He wanted to memorize every muscle, bone, crevice, anything, everything. He needed the image of your body ingrained in his mind, he needed you to be forever imprinted within his vision for if you weren’t with him, all he would have to do is close his eyes, and there you were.

As his fingertips reached to the end of your spine, they slipped upwards once more, now reaching the back of your neck. He placed his hand to the right side of your neck, cupping both your face and neck tenderly, his other hand planted right at the curve of your hip.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Kakyoin purred with each kiss he placed on your back. You sighed with each peck that was left upon your back, as if relieved with each one. 

A whine left your pouted lips as Kakyoin pulled away from your back, halfway standing as he was before.

“Did you forget that this is a lesson for you, Y/n?” Kakyoin reminded you of your torturous teasing you inflicted on him from before. 

Fuck.

His right hand on your stomach as to support you, he leaned gently on top of you, enough so that you could feel his torso but not too much as to make you carry his weight. With his free hand, Kakyoin took his cock into his palm, and started pushing the tip into your dripping cunt. 

You dug your nails into the dirt and sand nearby, a gasp escaping your open mouth, as your legs quivered with desire and anticipation, just from the tip. Pathetic, you thought. A blissful sound travels to your ears; the whine of Kakyoin. But his face was much different from when you were teasing him, from what you could tell from your angle. No, it was very different.

His face glistened with sweat, though still painted with red, his eyes carried the glint of sly, like a fox. His hair mangled slightly with curls that had been broken and had begun to stick to his face from the sweat and his breaths came in a rapid pace. You noticed his jaw had been moving ever so slightly. He was gritting his teeth. Back and forth his clenched jaw softly went, until he then bit his lip. But his face showed nothing of pain, nothing of frustration, nothing of the emotions he carried before. Perhaps you don’t mind the flames of the fire anymore, you didn’t mind the burning feeling anymore. Of course learning to tame such fire would be helpful, but surely a world of red isn’t so bad after all? No, no it is not. With him, a world of gray, black, or any other colors of pain and dread, you wished for him to be there with you, always.

         With concentrated eyes, his gaze stayed focused on his hips and his dick, carefully pushing himself into you. Kakyoin let out a low groan as he had now fully eased himself in you, while you whimpered and quivered. Leaning again downwards like once before, Kakyoin whispered and pecked at your tear stained cheek and neck, as if reassuring you that no matter what, he would never want to hurt you.

“I’m gonna start moving..” Kakyoin reassured both you and him. He trailed kisses on your shoulder and neck, leaving hickeys and markings of his creation as he went.

 You found yourself wondering as tears of both pleasure and pain brimmed at your eyes at how you even got him to fit? And from the fact your thighs shook and your cunt already ached from just him putting his cock inside you, made you worry for the morning soon approaching. Not that you had much room in your head for thinking coherently. You felt your body bounce as a shock of pleasure shot in all directions of your body from Kakyoin’s thrust. 

“Fuck Kakyoin! K-keep going…” You moaned. 

Oh, Kakyoin was never more pleased to oblige. As he felt you were ready for him, he started to gain a rhythm, soft whimpers trailing from your lips each time his hips crashed in yours, over and over again. Pure bliss. 

Kakyoin’s groans and pants became louder, all the while helping himself to you. Fuck did he dream of this. To feel you, to explore you, to touch you, everything. He hated that side to him, but never before did he loathe a man more when they touched or approached you. He knew it was selfish, after all, you are your own person and he wouldn’t dream of taking you away from people you wish to spend your time with and loved. But to see Polnareff, that damn Frenchman flirting with you so blatantly, not even bothering to hide it, making you blush, making you laugh, Kakyoin was sure he felt a vein pop from just mentioning it. It was as though he was going mad. No one has ever made him feel so intensely before, never had he craved for someone. And now, here he was making love to you, as you brought him closer and close to bliss if he wasn’t there already. 

Reminded of his past anger for Polnareff from earlier, his speed started increased, earning yelps from you. And even with your fogged mind, you began to become paranoid.

K-Kakyoin, if we are not.. careful, we might get caught by…” You barely managed the words out of your mouth though not finishing your thought anyhow, dopamine flooding your senses as you subconsciously covered your mouth with your hand. You recalled from earlier Polnareff had walked off into the palms near here. Kakyoin clicked his tongue in response.

“You’re afraid that Polnareff will hear us? Well let him hear us, let him find us. Let me show him who's fucking you so well,” Kakyoin grunted in your ear, you shivered and swooned. Who would’ve thought that Kakyoin had such vulgar thoughts? 

With Kakyoin keeping a steady pace, you felt a familiar metal-like cold snake around your waist once more. With one eye open, you slightly glanced down only to see Hierophant Green once again. The tendril traveled in circular motions around your waist, until reaching your wrists. With a soft squeal from you, the Stand took your hand that had been covering your mouth along with the other limp hand and tightly wrapped itself around them, binding them. You gave Kakyoin a confused look, and he responded with a face of irritation,

“I told you before Y/n not to mask your pretty moans,” 

You yelled out a moan as Kakyoin thrusted deep within you, hitting you in the perfect spots and curves, you could never get enough of him, and you never wanted to. Your legs and body were now a trembling mess, your face was coated in sweat as you panted, you were on the brink of breaking. Everything was sensitive to his touch, every thrust he did sent you over the edge, everytime his fingertips lightly grazed at your held cheek, the cool tentacle wrapped around your held wrists, and his breath bouncing off the back of your neck, it was perfect, he was perfect. But after a minute or so, his pace slowed, making you release a sigh of relief to yourself, but you were too quick to be relieved. While he did go slower this time, his thrust began to become longer and deeper, reaching perfectly to your womb, his cock curved just right. You were getting close and you could barely take it anymore. Never will you tease the man again you noted to yourself. Of course, you knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

Removing his hand from your jaw, he placed it on your stomach to help support both you and his new technique once more, his cock throbbing with soon release. 

“I-I’m close Y/n…” Kakyoin trailed kisses upon your back, not leaving one spot uncovered. You nodded in agreement, too sensitive and overstimulated to even speak. 

His hips become erratic in their thrusts, his grip on you, tightening and the tendril of Hierophant Green mimicked the same around your hands. The heat pooling within your stomach began to spill over you. You whined, arching your back as your cunt clamped around Kakyoin, almost as if afraid that he would pull out. Unlike your first orgasm however, the waves of euphoria came in after one another like a tidal rush, driving you insane.

As your body began to relax after your release, you were now left with everything feeling oh so sensitive and so was Kakyoin. With a final thrust, Kakyoin held you close, biting you softly and kissing you on the shoulder and neck, as a warm liquid filled you up. His thrusts were slow if moving at all, as if he wanted to make sure not one drop of his release would escape. Kakyoin straightened himself up and with a groan, he pull out, with his Stand’s tendril now slacking and rejoining to his user’s side.

“I can’t believe that just happened, holy fuck…” You collapsed to the ground with your back on the cloth Kakyoin had considerately thought of, he too collapsed right next to you. With quick motion Kakyoin grabbed his uniform that he threw to the side and covered you with it. It smelled just like him. An arm snaked around your waist as you were showered with pecks all over, Kakyoin’s hand rubbing softly at your thigh as he rejoined to lay by your side. 

“Do you think the others y’know… Heard us?” You asked nervously, now more conscious of how loud you were, as you leaned your head into Kakyoin’s embrace.

“Mm, and so what if they did?” Kakyoin responded with a sly smile.

“Kakyoin!”

“Alright, alright I’m only joking. Everyone is asleep and besides, you’re next on watch.”

With a huff and rosy cheeks, you casted your gaze away from the night sky to those beloved amethyst eyes of his. Though the night sky was truly beautiful and twinkled and shimmered with a thousand stars, his eyes shined more brightly than any star could. You raised his hand to his face, caressing his cheek lovingly. 

“You… You won’t leave right?” You questioned, fearful that this would be the last encounter you would have with him like this, a fling if you will. And you weren’t sure if you could handle such a thing as that, your heart would surely break if not crumble. 

Kakyoin leaned his cheek into your hand, cupping it with his own until raising your hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your palm. 

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you Y/n,” He reassured. 

Kakyoin pulled you carefully by the hip closer to him, both of you gazing your sight up back to the sky once more. 

The moon was now settling down into the horizon, oh how it gleamed brightly and smiled like a lovesick fool. The trees whistled and swayed in the desert breeze along with loose sand rolling upon the cool ground. Dawn should be here soon, and didn’t know anyone better to witness it with than him. Laying on his chest, you could hear the rhythmic thumping of his heart, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with each calm breath he took. But a question still nagged at you.

“Kakyoin?” 

He hummed in response, his eyes now closed, not bothering to even open them.

“Where are exactly my pants?” You picked your head up only slightly from his chest, looking around to see any signs of your pants.

Kakyoin now opened his eyes only slightly but just to look at you, a tired grin painted beautifully on his face.

“Don’t worry, Hierophant Green will find them later, lay back down,” He murmured, pulling you softly once again to his chest, as soft ‘hm’ left your throat as reassurance.

Kakyoin was right, there was no need to worry about them now, after all, the cold desert night shall soon pass. 

Notes:

Sooo what do y’all think? Ok so I was NOT expecting the fic to be 11,000 WORDS LONG??!! THE PLAN WAS ORIGINALLY 4,000 BUT OBV THAT DIDNT HAPPEN LMAO but srsly I haven’t written fanfiction in idk three years or something like that lmao so sorry if this makes you wanna drink bleach LMAOOO and I tried my best to not make Kakyoin ooc but idk how that went 🥲