Flufftober 2020: Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Flufftober Day 8

Flufftober day 8 prompt: Clothes

You back into the wall, the only thing on your mind was getting your clothes back from Dio after you had been invited into his room. You quickly realized that your whole body was exposed for anyone to see, covering yourself and pressing your back side flush against the cold wall on the other side of the hall from the blond's room. "Dio, what the fuck!? Give me back my clothes!" nothing but pure anger could be heard from your voice, echoing off the walls of the hallway, snickering could be heard from behind the door of the male's bedroom."Please! I'll do anything!"

The door to his room opened, exposing the male who stood in the doorway; naked from the waist up, the light of the manor illuminating his toned chest and abdomen. "Anything, huh?" You nod your head slowly, a smirk finding it's way onto the blond's face. He beckoned for you to approach him, and he took your chin into his hand once you had come close enough, and pulled you into a seemingly sweet kiss. While he did so, his other hand traveled down to his own belt, starting to undo it. Breaking from the kiss, he leaned closer to your ear, his voice slowly seducing you. "Suck me off and I'll give you back your underwear, so then when you call out, your pretty Jonathan will be able to save the day just like he always does. Or maybe I'll give them back to you if you sleep with me."

Chills travel up your spine as your drop to your knees and ready yourself for what's soon to come, "Promise me you'll give it back after this, Dio. I want to hear you say those words." One of his hands travels to your hair, the other tugging down his pants and undergarmet, readying himself before letting you take over, his voice steady even as you started to get to work on him, "I promise." Pulling away multiple times to catch your breath, a strand of spit connecting you to the male, you soon realized that you're coming no where closer to your goal, the male never once having made a noise. Glancing up at the blond you notice that his face was scrunched up with pleasure, his lip close to bleeding from his teeth digging into it to keep any moans inside. It was at that momnet that a plan formed in your mind.

Putting your plan in motion, you keep your hand around him and lay another on his bare chest, pushing him back into his room and down onto his bed. Giving him a kiss to keep him satisfied, you pick his belt up off the floor and tied him to his headboard with it. "You've lost, Dio." You walk away from the struggling male, picking up some of your articles and putting them on, clutching the rest and running out into the hallway, nearly running into the other teen as you do so. You look up to the blue haired male, a blush present on your face as you look up to face him, the majority of your body exposed to the man.

Jonathan quickly noticed and looked away, taking his shirt off and handing it to you, the article of clothing ending at your knees, the blue sweater keeping you warm and concealing your whole body. "Come on (Y/N), let's leave him there." You nod and push open his door, snickering a little as you watched the male thrash around on his bed, his hands still tied above his head. "Let me out, dammit!! I swear, I'll fucking kill you!" The blond yells out, you laugh a little harder knowing that all he said were empty threats. The man continued to squirm, every bit of his body visible and starting to glisten with sweat. "Have fun, asshole."

You and Jonathan walk down the hall and into his room, sitting down on his bed next to him, taking a blanket and covering yourself and Jonathan. "I'm so sorry about him, (Y/N). I don't understand why he's been being worse lately." You take Jonathan's hand in yours and lay your head on his shoulder. Even through the wall, the two of you could still hear the blond thrashing around on his bed, yells and screams followed by the occasional moan as the belt tightened around his wrists. You and Jonathan tried your best to keep your laughter quiet as you'd hear him struggle.