Jojo's Bizarre Oneshots

Fungami Yuya- You Mad?

Thanx to whoever requested a Yuya oneshot. And don't worry I'm in the process of making more content. And you know...sometimes, you just have to let your fujoshi side take over. BTW: I am incapable of making lemons...but there is only slight zestyness in this story. 

In the small town of Morioh, there is quite a large amount of bizarre people that you can meet. But I'm sure you already knew that. And I'm sure you already know who I'm about to introduce.

Fungami Yuya. A motorcycle gang member who is selfish and highly full of himself. Although; at times, he can be nice and even loyal. But also, sometimes he can turn into coward.

Though right now, outside of Yuyu's place of residents...he's arrogant. "As much as I love you three, my cute little kittens, I am standing in front of my door."

"Aww, come on Yu-chan."

"Please don't go!"

"Stay some more."

As you may remember, Yuya has three groupies- Reiko, Akemi, and Yoshie. Three women who love him very deeply. They would stick by him  almost all day, everyday. They would get things for him. They'd do whatever he tells them to do. Hell, they'd even (cough cough kill cough) fight for him.

They're his number one fans, and the ones that love him the most. 

Or so they think.

"Yu-chan! Please?" All three of them say at once.

"I'm sorry my groupies...but, I'll leave you with this. (ahem) You know...I really am a hot, beautiful guy ~wink~."

Immediately after that, the three girls fangirled/screamed so loud, that I'm pretty sure Giorno could hear them. [Yes i know...wrong part, but Giorno was born then]

"Later. (smooch through the air)" and with that Yuya opened his door, and entered his house. "(sigh) finally. Now...where is my welcome home kiss? Yoo-hoo!" Yuya sang into his house, waiting for a response. But no answer. "Babe? Baby? Are you home?" 

"Yeah." Finally, a voice came from upstairs, sounding angry.

"Then, where is my welcome ho-"

"Why don't you get your "little kittens" to give you one? You spend a lot of time with them. Just get them to do it."

Yuya's usual smug face turned into one of worry.  "Hey, babe?" Yuya starts to slowly move up the stairs. "Y-you know that they're just my groupies, right?"

"JUST!?" Not even at the top of the stairs yet, a door swings open and almost hits his face. Out of the door stomps a pissed off male, with fists balled, and stream practically coming out of his ears. That'd be...you, (Y/N). 

"Woah baby calm down." Yuya no longer with a face of worry, but one of fear, cautiously steps down two steps.

"Calm down?! How can I calm down when my boyfriend, who claims that he loves me soooooo much, hangs out with three girls on his arms all day, almost everyday?!!" (Y/N) on the top of the stairs looks over powering to Yuya.

"(Y-Y-Y/N)! Hang on!" Yuya tries to defuse the situation. "(chuckle) You know I love you. Right? Let's just calmly talk this out and-"

"Did you just laugh?! This is not a conversation to be taken lightly! I have to deal with you coming home with those girls on your arms like leeches! You always say that they're there for your biker gang reputation. If that's true, what am I then huh!? Am I just, (sniff) just... what some kind of private rep for your stingy, selfish, egotistical ass!?! (sniff sniff)"

At that moment, Yuya looks closely at (Y/N)'s face and sees...a few tears role down his face. "Oh babe. I don't want you to cry."

"I'm not crying!" (Y/N) says while he wipes away his "non-existing tears".

"(Y/N) come here." Yuya (being courageous for once) gets closer and closer, until he's at the top of the stairs and inches away from his lover. "Come here." He holds his arms out, wanting to give (Y/N) a hug.

However; (Y/N) turns away, refusing to face his "so called boyfriend". "(sniff) Back off."

"No. I'm not going to leave you crying."

"I...I'm not cr-crying." Yuya can tell by (Y/N)'s voice that he's crying even more.

"Aww...you're so cute like a little baby."

"Ugh! F*** you!" (Y/N) suddenly turns around and tries to punch Yuya square in his face. But like i said..."tries". 

Not even knowing what happened (Y/N) finds himself against the wall, with both hands held above his head by one of Yuya's. "L-let go sh**head." (Y/N) tries to get out of Yuya's grip but...once again..."tries". And then he realizes that Yuya's other hand has a tight grip on his hip. It didn't hurt but...he didn't enjoy the feeling. Actually scratch that- he did enjoy the feeling, but he didn't want Yuya to know. "I'm serious, let...h-hey..." (Y/N)'s words hesitate, because he notices Yuya's face getting closer to his own. Until, abruptly, Yuya's lips smash onto his. Without a warning (Y/N)'s bottom lips gets bitten, making him gasp, but also giving Yuya an opportunity to stick his tongue inside (Y/N)'s mouth. 

"Mmmmh!" (Y/N) being frustrated, but feeling good at the same time, didn't know what to do. He wanted to keep going, but wanted to stop too. He had attempted to break free, but that didn't work because of the tight grip Yuya has on his hands and hip. 

Mind almost in a daze, (Y/N) thought of something...his legs. He could kick Yuya, and make him let go. But, it seems Yuya already thought of a contingency plan. And that plan plan was already put in motion. 

All of a sudden, (Y/N) was no longer feeling a hand on his hip, but instead lower, on his most sensitive spot [insert lenny face]. 

"Mmh! Mmhm!!" Yuya finally separated his lips from (Y/N) so he can hear the moans he loves so much. "Y-Yuuuya...sto--stop."

"Will you stop fighting me and listen?"

"H-hell. No." (Y/N) bites his own bottom lip to stifle his moans.

"Well then my love...you'll have to endure this." It's there that Yuya lets go of (Y/N)'s hands, and moved that hand under (Y/N)'s shirt, to his chest. He starts to rub and pinch (Y/N)'s nipple. [I hate writing that word]

(Y/N), having lost the strength to protest against Yuya anymore, wraps his arms around Yuya's neck to keep himself from falling. Watching his love's face contort in pleasure, makes Yuya want to move his lower hand faster. Which he did.

(Y/N) couldn't hold his voice back any more. "Yuya...Yuuya. I'm..g-gon-na..."

"Go ahead. I won't stop you love." Yuya, wanting to set him off, pulled (Y/N) shirt up just enough to bite (Y/N)'s other nipple he wasn't already working on [I hate that word once again].

"Gahh...a-ahh....Ahhh!!!" (Y/N) arches is back off the wall and pulls himself closer to Yuya. After a minute or so of waiting for (Y/N) to calm down, Yuya notices his unstable legs. So he picks (Y/N) up, bridal style. 

"So...are you ready to listen?" Yuya asks with a smug face.

"Huff...fine asshole."

"Are you still mad?"

"...maybe."

"Am I going to have to (ahem) f*** that anger out of you, baby?"

".........maybe, baby."

I realize that I'm terrible at past and present tense stuff...but honestly...do y'all care?