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Aya Tsuji's stand, Cinderella, was pretty helpful. If Yoshikage didn't use it to change himself completely, he would get caught right now. But he's saved. Everything goes smoothly for Yoshikage Kira after all. He hums to himself, taking the keys of a faceless corpse. The corpse's name was Tashiro Seinosuke, a middle-aged married man with an average job. The perfect facade Yoshikage always dreamed of. He notices it's 8:37 pm already, rushing to his house.

He struggles unlocking the door when the door is wide open all of a sudden, noticing the girl who opened it from the other side. The girl looks young, maybe 18 years old or so. She is wearing a red pleated mini skirt with an oversized black hoodie and thigh-high white socks. "I hope you're not having a fucking affair, because if that's the case, you're dead" She says, glaring at his annoying and slimy step dad. What did her mom see on him? So weak, so average. Nothing like her REAL dad.

"Y/n, who was it? Tashiro finally arrived?" A voice came from the kitchen. Luckily for Yoshikage, he learns her name thanks to his wife. Y/n turns her head and then looks back at Kira. "Well, are you going to come in or not?" She spits out, walking to the dinning room.

What a disrespectful brat.

Such a shame, having such a cute body. He's certain her hands would be as soft as her thighs. Wait, no. He can't develop any kind of attraction to that brat. That'd ruin his stunning plans. His calm life.

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Everything goes just as planned. His wife doesn't think he's suspicious at all and that's surprising. Unlike Tashiro, Kira is well-mannered, assertive, smooth. A gentleman. The perfect husband. That's why y/n realizes something just doesn't click, because his stupid step dad would never, ever act like this. It's too goddamn good to be true.

Y/n's mom heads out to her night shift at the hospital. Y/n shakes her head, heading out of the dinning room to take a nice shower. That'll clear her mind. She takes her clothes off and enters the shower, washing herself with cold water. The coldness causes her to let out small sighs.

Yoshikage Kira wants to take a nice bath as well. He enters the bathroom without knowing she is inside. Both of them gasp when they cross gazes. Y/n squeals while poorly covering her body with her small, adorable, soft-looking hands. He's practically eating her with his gaze by now, not saying anything at all. The look of absolute fear she wears makes him shiver from pleasure. His dick is getting harder and harder as the minutes pass by. "Do you need help washing yourself, y/n?" He snickers, slowly getting closer to her.

Her eyes trail to his step dad's pants, disgusted by the fact he is hard but unable to move. Yoshikage grabs one of her hands, forcing her to touch his aching groin. "I have an erection. Can you feel it? Who has the fault?". Y/n tries to get away, but he corners her. "I believe you are doubting who I am already, so I have no choice but to persuade you." Kira gets closer. "A brat like you won't fuck up my plans. Take responsibility of your actions" He whispers to her ear, pressing y/n's hand over his pants even more. He is so hard.

"I-I don't understand what you're talking about. Please go awa--" He mutes her with a harsh kiss. Her lips are soft and she practically trembles while he deepens the kiss. She tries to fight back, but it's useless. He is stronger than her. If that man isn't her mom's husband, then who is he? Thinking about it scares her. They finally take a time to breathe. "Stop it, I'm begging you, whoever you are." She can't help but sob.

"Yoshikage Kira." Says the serial killer, grabbing her waist tightly with both hands. "Now, if you're begging so much, get on your knees. Now."

Y/n does that quickly, noticing how wet she feels. "If you dare to bite me, I'll kill you right here and now. Don't try anything stupid." He says, unzipping his pants.

His cock is thick and long. Painfully erect. It twitches as she grabs it softly, wrapping her perfect fingers on it. Without a warning, Yoshikage holds her hair and pushes her head to him, feeling how her throat gags as she lets out a muffled mewl. "F-fuck." He moans, going faster and faster until he cums inside her throat.

"That... That will make you understand the place you're in. And if you ever say this to anyone, believe me when I tell you that I'll ruin your life." He gives her a hand, helping her to get up. He is a gentleman after all. Yoshikage takes a shower with y/n, groping all her body, massaging her hands slowly. She is unable to say a single word.

"Goodnight" He whispers as he leaves, heading out to sleep like a baby.

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Yoshikage wakes up, noticing how his wife is sleeping besides him. Little snores come out from her plump lips. A beautiful middle-aged woman indeed, but he can't help thinking his wife's daughter is prettier. Even prettier when she's sucking him off. Normally, Yoshikage hiperfixates on its victim's hands, but it was different with her.

He gets up from his fake bed, trying to not wake his fake wife, brushes his teeth and leaves his fake room to cook himself something to eat. Running down the stairs, Kira notices that y/n is already in the kitchen. She is making fried eggs with bacon. Her moves are slow and her hands look like they're dancing gracefully on their own. He hugs her from behind, startling her and therefore causing her to let out a yelp. "Good morning, y/n" he whispers at her ear. She flushes as she turns her head to look at him.

"G-good morning... Err, dad? Yoshikage? What should I call you? I still have no clue of who the fuck are you. Ah, sorry for swearing." Her gaze leaves Kira's, fidgeting a little with her hands. She turns off the burner. She is having all kinds of thoughts right now. How should she feel about him? He's dangerous. He looks like he could do anything to her and still get away with it. Kinda reminds her of Ted Bundy. Then again, why is he so hot? Blonde, tall, smooth... Quite intimidating...

Why is he so fucking attractive to her? His appearance resembled almost perfectly Tashiro's, but there was something else. There is absolutely NO WAY y/n would be attracted to her step dad. No freaking way. Well, Yoshikage isn't precisely her step father . Could this make this whole bizarre situation any easier to understand?

He chuckled "Just call me dad when your mother's around. On the other hand, when we are alone... Yoshikage is fine. I don't really mind, so call me whatever you're okay with." Scary. He's acting so normally, as if he didn't fuck her throat yesterday while threatening her. Y/n did her best not to glare at him.

"Mhm, alright then, Yoshikage. I made breakfast, hope you enjoy it." How much longer could she keep her act? She's struggling to not make him angry, but a part of her craves him in ways she forbids herself to even think about.

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As always, her mom goes off to work. She is always away from home. A nice mother.

Y/n is currently studying for her 'Fundamentals of Art' class at her room. 'Shit, I'm alone with him again', she thinks. Suddenly, she hears a soft knock on her door. "Y/n... Can I come in? I brought you some tea" Kira's voice sounds muffled thanks to how far he is. There's no answer. He comes in anyway. "Studying, huh? Well done. I'll leave your tea here and stop distracting you." The blond man smiles and walks to the door, but y/n stops him.

"H-hold on!"

"Yes? What's the matter?"

"Are you..." fuck, she's really going to ask him. "Are you seriously going to pretend you didn't break into The bathroom while I was showering and force me to do oral sex to you? Did I imagine the whole thing?" Her voice tembled, tears rolling down her cheeks, refusing to look at him in the eyes. His gaze was so strong.

He stayed silent for some minutes, contemplating how helpless she looked. A delightful sight.

"I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I wanted to control myself, but you were so foul-mouthed when we met. It made me so angry to see how unmannered you were acting even though you appeared to be so delicate at first sight. I know it's no excuse for what I did. I have a weird sense of justice, I must say." Her eyes finally locked with his as he spoke. "I promise it won't happen again".

"The thing is..." She got closer to Yoshikage, confusing him. "That, uh..."

'I want it to happen again.' You cringe at your own thoughts. Thank goodness you did not say that out loud.

"...I didn't have a good relationship with my mom's real husband." Well, it was true, but not what you were going to say nevertheless. "So I'm sorry too."

Sure, she didn't say what she was thinking, but her actions were the same. She was way too close, leaning towards him. Her hands circled his chest. She stopped thinking reasonably, hormones were controlling her. Yoshikage blushed briefly, trying to predict her moves. She kept staring straight to his eyes.

Shyly, y/n brushes her soft lips to his. Wrapping her arms on his back, she closes her eyes. So does Kira. He kisses her at a careful pace, as if doing otherwise could break her. She seemed so, so delicate. They could be like this forever.

His tongue danced with hers, making her let out a delighted sigh. "I really don't m-mind, hah, if you do that again". She finally said. He looked at her, dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he feels himself twitching. Yoshikage pushes y/n to her bed, grabbing both of her wrists with one of his hands. He leaves a trail of kisses from her neck to her thighs, causing her to moan sweetly. "What if we do something different this time?" Unbuckling his pants, he brushes the tip of his cock on her clothed sex. "M-mhm, do you still don't mind, darling?"

Y/n mother arrives, noticing how there's no sight of his daughter and his husband. She goes upstairs, knocking on y/n's door. "Y/n, sweetie, are you here?"

Shit, it would be the end for both of them if that woman saw them like this. "Y-yeah, mom!! Don't come over please, I ughn!-" Yoshikage begins to tease her even at these circumstances, fingering her with a slow but strong pace. Her pussy makes lewd noises that hopefully won't be heard by her mother. "Don't... Come over." She tries her best not to moan loudly. He doesn't stop.

"Alright, alright. I'll respect your privacy for once. By the way, have you seen your father?"

"N-no, I think he went for a walk." She looks at him as she says that, cursing at herself for being so bad at lying.

"I see. Well, I'm going to buy some groceries okay? I wanted to go with him, it's a shame... See you later dear!" The woman finally goes away. That was so close.

"Mhm, f-fuck. You're so wet. Did the thought of getting caught by your own mother arouse you?" You could just whimper at this point, feeling how his fingers scissored you. "Deep down, you're such a naughty girl. Aren't you?" He wanted to hear her delicate voice. "Aren't you?" Yoshikage reached her clit, rubbing circles around it, forcing her to respond.

"Y-yes! You're right, ah~ Please." Y/n choked with her own breath. "It's my first time."

Welp, that was it. If he didn't fuck you right now, he would cum all over your sheets. Grabbing your legs and pulling them to your shoulders, he plunged his cock inside you. You practically screamed from pleasure as the 33 years old man fucked you gently, stretching all the right places, molding your insides with his lenght. You both adapted quickly. He started being rougher and rougher, so fast and deep the wet clapping sound resonated within the room. Yoshikage was moaning shamelessly as well, showering you with sweet words while kissing your hands, occasionally sucking your perfect fingers. "You make me so hard, y/n. Oh, so beautiful..."

He came inside y/n, but he still kept going. "Mmmhm, such a good girl." She had already came several times, clenching so much around Kira's dick it was surreal. He came a second time, finally burnt-out, and slipped out of you.

Something was clear now: You couldn't bear living without him anymore. Neither could him. You fucked every time your mother wasn't around, or at least not that close of you. But Yoshikage thought the presence of his fake wife was useless, exploding her with his Stand without telling you. He lied to you, assuring you that your mom went missing. You couldn't even think of her anymore, the only person that existed in your mind was Yoshikage Kira.

Only him.

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Josuke was on his way to school when he noticed that a cute girl was hanging few missing posters at some lampposts. A middle-aged woman had disappeared, huh? It could be that serial killer's fault, right? That's what Josuke thought. Therefore, he decided approaching the girl.

"Excuse me, I might sound intrusive but... Who is she? How long have you been searching for her?" He asked the girl, noticing she was wearing the Budo-ga Oka's uniform. It fitted her perfectly.

"She is my mom. She's been missing for weeks now. I'd say for 14 days or so."

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I hope you find her soon. I'm Josuke Higashikata, by the way. What's your name?" He couldn't tell her he was searching for a serial killer just like that. Jotaro told him to be the most discreet he can be.

"Thank you, Josuke. I'm y/n y/l/n. Do you also study at Budo-ga Oka?"

"Heh, yeah! I'm on my last year."

"Me too! I had to change schools recently. Do you mind if I accompany you to school? I'm kinda lost." You laughed nervously, maintaining eye contact with the pompadoured boy. He was the same age as you and you thought he looked pretty cool.

Josuke agreed to walk with you to school and you both talked about many trivial topics. He tried to evade sensitive questions regarding your mother for now.

"I'm living with my step dad but I'm alone for a week because he had a work trip." It wasn’t bad, but you were starting to feel really touch-starved. As if you'd let unholy sounds if someone hugged you right now. You missed Yoshikage Kira and it was obvious to you that you were starting to become obsessed of him.

"Alone, huh? Lucky."

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After a long day at your new school, you decided to go to the library. Josuke tagged along. To be fair, he was starting to have a crush on you. He noticed how you dissociated often, having your head on the clouds. Josuke wondered if you were thinking about someone special to you. What if you had a crush already?

Oh, if he knew what you were thinking about. If he knew how much you craved for a filthy criminal such as Kira to do whatever he wanted with you. Would Josuke see you with the same bright eyes?

Would he be disgusted?

Or kinda into it, just like you?

You could try to convince him to make out with you. Little adventures aren't bad after all, and you knew Kira wasn't that 'devoted' to you. He killed women -in a regular basis- to get their hands so... Yeah. Besides, you found Josuke extremely attractive.

"Josuke." You stare at him

"Yeah? Is something wrong, y/n?" He looks at you with a concerned gaze, wondering if he talked way too much.

"Oh, it's nothing, really. It's just getting late, I should go home but I'm kinda... Well, I'm kinda scared of going by myself. Would you mind going with me? I'd really appreciate it."

"Of course, y/n! Don't worry about it, I completely understand. Let's go." He smiles at you and you immediately feel guilty. God knows you can't control these hormone attacks.

So you guys go to your house. The sun has already settled, the sky is dark. Josuke is trying his best at keeping you safe, and he attempts to make you laugh with some classy jokes from time to time. You finally arrive to your house and start unlocking the door.

"Well, see you tomorrow y/n!"

"Ah, wait! Josuke!" You grab his arm tightly, maintaining eye contact for a long and quiet minute. He blushes slightly, not knowing what to do.

"Y-yeah?"

"Wanna come over? I could cook dinner for us."

"Y/n, I'd love to but my mom is...-"

"Please stay... You can call her and tell her you're going to stay with Okuyasu, right? Please." You keep grabbing his arm. Honestly? Maybe staying with Josuke would be a good thing. Maybe he could defeat Kira. You'd be free. Happier, even. Because you knew that what you had with Yoshikage Kira wasn't love, it was lust in its purest form. "Sleep here, just for today. I'm scared."

Josuke sighs.

"Ok y/n. I'll stay." He touches your hand, soothingly brushing it with his thumb. "Everything will be alright, trust me. I won't let anything happen to you. Now, let's get something to eat." You thank him and both of you go inside the house.

•••

"Those pancakes were delicious"

"Haha, thanks. I'm glad you liked them, Josuke." You smile. "What did your mom say, by the way?"

"She was fine with it, I always stay with Okuyasu so she didn't question me at all."

"Nice!"

"... You know, y/n? Maybe it's too sudden, but I really like being with you. I think it's really dangerous to stay the night here, but I'm glad you trust me. I wouldn't do anything without your consent."

"Josuke..." You're perplexed, completely flushed.

"Sorry, just forget I said that." You start to get closer to him, cupping his cheek. He flinches at your touch.

"No, no. I feel the same." He suddenly hugs you, and you can feel yourself getting wet. You really were touch-starved, huh? Well, can't go back now. It's nerf or nothing. "I-in that case, could you kiss me?"

Josuke doesn't think about it twice and kisses you. You guys keep kissing until you get to your room, tossing him to your bed. You take the lead this time, and Josuke is really happy about it. Your thighs straddle his lap, and you can feel him growing bigger between them. He holds back a moan, mumbling under his breath. Your tongue swirls inside his mouth, and he does the same for a while until you both need a moment to breathe.

The front door gets unlocked. You hear it, nearly jumping. Fuck, he arrived. What would Yoshikage Kira do if he saw a guy in your room?

"W-what, hah, what was that?" Josuke asks, wiping a trail of drool on his chin.

"Shit, Josuke. I'm sorry. You have to hide now, my stepdad arrived."

Footsteps begin to sound closer and closer. You hide Josuke down your bed and wrap yourself on your duvet, pretending you're asleep.

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You hide on your duvet, waiting for your pathetic excuse of a stepfather to enter your bedroom. You can hear his footsteps. Your lame attempt to hide your agitation somehow convinces him that you're asleep.

Your step father stood in the entrance of the room ominously. Kira looks at you for a hot minute. He knows you suck at lying, so he leans closer to you.

"y/n?"

One of his hands stroke your face with delicacy, but that hand doesn't end there. He caresses the duvet a little and then proceeds to tear it from you. The cold of the room makes you gasp, still trying to pretend you're sleeping.

"I wonder..." He rubs his hand on one of your thighs. "Hmm, I wonder if you're really asleep right now" Kira circles your leg. You shiver at his surprisingly gentle touch.

You breathe a little loud.

"Is that so...?" You can almost hear him smile. He begins to touch you in all the right places. You bite your lip in an attempt to shut yourself and not let any noise out. It's really difficult. "I understand it now." What the hell did he understand? He slips one of his hands inside your panties. Oh. Now you get what he meant with that.

"I'm aware you're not sleeping, y'know?" He slips his hand from your panties as he grabs your hand and begins to rub his pants with it. You can easily tell he's hard. Five minutes pass by and he's still rubbing himself with your hand. "Fuck it" He obstinately unbuckles his pants and eventually takes his pants off.

Behind your bed, Josuke wonders what was your stepfather doing.
"Why did he took his pants off?" He asks himself.

Kira begins to masturbate with your hand.

"y/n" He whimpers, astonished by how soft your skin feels in his member. Your hand is sticky all of a sudden, but you can tell he hasn't come yet. "y/n..." He moans your name. "y/n, y/n..."

Josuke realizes what your "dad" is doing. He gets nauseous for a second.

He comes in your hand. It feels disgusting.

"God. Look what you made me do." He wipes it all the rest of his man juice in your arm.
You flinch.

"And you're still not going to say anything, huh?" He takes your panties off. "Nothing at all? I'm impressed!"

"We both know you're not asleep, y/n. I recognize you're doing the best you can at staying quiet, which I appreciate, but I want to hear you quivering for me."

He slips one finger inside of you.

"Wake up."

Kira fingers you harshly, but it doesn't hurt.

"Wake up."

It feels really good, but the moment you are almost going to surrender completely to Kira and cease your sleeping beauty act, you remember.

Josuke is there.

You regret inviting him, knowing he could hear you both. But you are unable to resist Kira's endearing caresses, letting out a soft whimper. "You're almost there, c'mon, wake up you sweet thing." Yoshikage smiles and fingers you faster and faster. Your legs can't stop shaking as a wet sound invades the room. You open your eyes with fear.

"W-what are you doing?" You ask him.

"Just wanted to greet you and wish you a good night. I can see you're enjoying it quite a lot." He doesn't stop.

Knowing Josuke is hearing all of the conversation somehow has made you even more aroused. You despise feeling like that, even if it feels amazingly. Fuck it, you think, letting all your morality go. You are unable to control your moans anymore. You whimper louder and louder as he touches you with such intensity.

"I-... Don't, hngh-... Sto-... Ah!" You finish. Despite that, he keeps touching you until you reach climax three or four times more.

"Good night, y/n. We'll continue this tomorrow."