Yet Another JoJo Oneshot Book

Forecast: Tomorrow* || Weather Report

Some days you counted your lucky stars you were a Stand user. You had been since birth, but only started to piece together how special you were in the beginning of your days in prison. It explained all the whacky shit you'd seen in your earlier years at least. You saw strange humanoids and bizarre phenomenon, but everyone called you a liar when you spoke up about it, some little prick trying to start something. "The little girl who cried wolf".

Some decades later you finally snapped and got fed up with everyone's name calling. Snapped to the point of attempted murder. Fortunately your lawyer was able to soften the blow of your sentence. You'd only get a year or so stuck at Green Dolphin Prison. Less if you were on your best behavior. You tried. Your cellmate was shitty. The food was shitty. The guards were even shittier. But you guessed it wasn't all that bad. You did get your answer to all that bizarre shit that happened to you as a kid, made some new friends, met some cute kids. And here you were now trapped between a wall and the hunk of a man that was Weather Report.

You didn't know what brought on this sudden and out of character outburst but hey, you weren't complaining. The always quiet man you slowly fell in love with all these months suddenly pulling you away from your outside activities, away from prying eyes to an unguarded corner of the prison and started making out with you like his life depended on it. It was surprising and unexpected, but who were you to deny such a sweet man his pleasure, and after he worked so hard to find the perfect place for it?

Your Stand might've brought you sorrow and woe in your kid years, but at times like these you had to cave and thank what ever being above gifted you with the abilities you had. You had named it Kikazaru, after the no evil speaking monkey. Its ability let you mute anything you wanted within a certain distance. It came in handy for surprise Stand attacks. Or the times you and your boyfriend decided to start humping each other like horny dogs.

(God, that was lazy writing.)

A harsher than the average grind against your core sent you reeling out of your thoughts with a pathetic moan. You gripped tighter at Weather Report's outfit. It was a silent plead for him to slow down just a little. His apology was quiet and followed with a soft kiss to the shell of your ear... That was better. Slower, more steady, softer. The friction of his crotch against your own was like nothing you'd felt before. It was amazing. You were sure it was near impossible to feel this good without penetration. Weather busied himself with kissing your cheek, your hairline, your jaw, anywhere he could reach. It left his neck open wide enough to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You wanted to mark him up just like he was doing to you. In the time you guys started your "session" he had probably already marked your skin purple with his love bites and sucking. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. Let's see... Where should you mark him. Half of you wanted it to be somewhere obvious so people could see it. A sign that showed others he was taken, he was yours and you didn't want to share. No... That was too possessive. You didn't even think he was around other people besides the rest of your little gang... Come to think of it... What did Weather Report even do all day? Hang out in the music room, reading? You had no idea, you were too busy trying not to get caught, sneaking around and whatnot.

On your other hand, even if you wanted to keep the hickeys secret, where could you even do that? That stupid outfit of his barely covered anything at all. Oh, well, better put that to good use.

You attacked his lower neck with kisses and nips to the skin. You found a good spot to leave your mark, a place that seemed sensitive if the noise Weather made had anything to do with it. Albeit soft and barely heard that didn't make it any less adorable or less of a pleasure to hear. He nuzzled his face deeper into the junction of your neck and shoulder and stopped his hips from rolling into your own, giving you a much needed moment to catch your breath from the intense feelings coursing through you.