Work Text:
Snap.
Change pose, adjust lighting—
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‘No, no, not as aggressive, Dio’ and ‘Sultry, Jojo. Sultry.’
Snap.
“Okay, that’s it for this one.” Jonathan breathes a sign of relief at your words and walks to the side of the set to chug down a bottle of water, whereas Dio is eying you whilst bent on his elbows, perched on a piece of the set you’d been shooting them in. Though you’ve become accustomed to shooting them in very-little clothing it’s hard not to stare sometimes.
Dio’s blonde hair was loose around his shoulders, curling wildly near the ends and painting an alluring picture against the tight black bodysuit he was wearing. His black-painted lips are pulled up into a smirk, his kohl-rimmed golden eyes shining under the studio lights. Dio is all hard-angles and predatory gazes, beckoning you to dare to challenge him.
Jonathan, though, is the foil to Dio’s threatening presence in photos. Jonathan is hard-muscle and broad shoulders with an undeniable softness in his face that draws in anyone who happens to glance at him. Today, Jonathan’s blue hair was ever so slightly mussed up with gel, the bodysuit he wore bright white to create a stark contrast with Dio’s. He had the slightest bit of highlight on his high cheekbones to draw attention to them, a light blush patted onto his cheeks to highlight his more angelic appearance. His freckles peeked out across his nose, brought forth again by all his time in the sun.
A year ago, you’d never expected to be the lucky personal photographer for Jonathan Joestar and Dio Brando — eternal rivals in the modelling world that just couldn’t seem to tear themselves apart. Your talents spoke for themselves and you found yourself taking a trial set of photos for Jonathan for a lingerie company that wanted to cater to all body types and identities. Dio, not to be outdone, immediately contacted you for the same type of shoot.
And now here you were, private set provided by Jonathan’s fortune, your camera equipment set carefully to the side while your boys cooled down front today’s shoot. There were… other benefits to becoming their personal photographer, but with how draining today’s shoot had been, you’d expected to simply go home and flop into your bed.
Dio, however, seemed to have other ideas. Dio raises an eyebrow in your direction and smiles, sharp eyeteeth digging into his bottom lip.
“Darling, aren’t you going to help us undress? These bodysuits are just so tight… Why, Jojo looks like he’s about to faint.” Dio casts his gaze to Jonathan, who is currently doing his best to avert his eyes from you.
You see why, when you glance down and see the very prominent outline of Jonathan’s member straining against the white fabric of his bodysuit. Dio steps out from the prop and you’re treated to the same view — his member had slid to the side of the bodysuit, peeking out just slightly above the cutout for his thigh.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It just happened.” Jonathan stammers as he turns around. There’s red dotting the tips of his ears, but his turn just shows you the ample curve of his ass highlighted by the bodysuit. Dio notices, and his grin grows wider.
“Jojo and I are so pent up. Surely, you can spare a hand?” Dio croons, swaying his ample hips as he walks towards you. Dio had a way of charming everyone around him, minus Jonathan and you, but when he was like this it was hard to feel like your head was put on straight. Dio puts a hand under your chin when he reaches you, tilting your head up to meet his burning gaze. “It’s only fair, when we were so good for you. Hm?”
“D-dio, don’t tease her like that. We’re at work.” Jonathan awkwardly shuffles over and comes to remove Dio’s hand. Dio and Jonathan have done enough to affect you, though, so you only feel a spike of arousal travel through you when Jonathan catches your expression and notices the blush on the face and the way your pupils have dilated. “Oh,” he mumbles. It’s a little intimidating, looking at them — Jonathan towers over you at 6’5, and Dio isn’t close behind at 6’2. Jonathan catches your chin this time, his touch gentler than Dio’s. “Dear?”
Dio clicks his tongue — he can tell you answer just by the look on your face. Dio always took, while Jonathan always gave. Jonathan would never make an advance without your approval, so he shoots a glare at Dio and looks back to you, beautiful face tinted pink.
“Yes,” you reply, huffing. “N-not here, though.”
Jonathan smiles before he stands, but you don’t miss the tiny twitch of his cock beneath his bodysuit. “The dressing room, then?”
“Yes, where else, Jojo?” Dio replies, earning another glare from the taller man. Dio shuts up when you reach out to caress his bulge, earning a loud moan from him. He grumbles, caught off-guard by your sudden touch. “We’ll see where that eagerness lands you soon, darling.”
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Where it landed you this time was flat on your back with Dio’s cock shoved in your mouth while Jonathan knelt between your legs, licking languidly at your dripping center. Your fingers were threaded through Jonathan’s blue hair, now mussed into a real mess, while you helplessly tugged at him for more.
Your begging is reduced to muffled whines around Dio’s cock and he thrusts himself steadily in your mouth, grinning from above you and rewarding you with praise when your tongue starts rolling circles around him.
“That pretty mouth makes such sweet sounds,” Dio coos, pulling his cock so the tip is resting on your lips before he shoves it back in. “It’s a pity it’s so full right now. Right, Jojo?”
Jonathan hums against your clit and you writhe, held down under Jonathan’s impressive but gentle strength. His hands spread the width of your thighs, almost, yet his touch never bruised you like Dio’s did. (Unless you asked, of course.) Dio’s steady rhythm in your mouth has you aching to feel one of their cocks inside of you — you thrust your hips against Jonathan’s mouth as best you can and finally his tongue starts to work rhythmic circles around your sensitive clit.
Jonathan dips a broad finger in your sex whilst he works your clit, pushing until he’s knuckle-deep and rubbing against your sensitive walls and tonguing at your clit in tandem, drawing loud whines from you that have Dio hissing out your name. Jonathan’s tongue comes down once, twice, and then he sucks at your clit and you’re brought to your peak, thrashing wildly and moaning around Dio’s cock as Jonathan works you through the pleasant pulses alighting every nerve in your body.
Jonathan lifts his head; his mouth covered in your juices and meets Dio’s possessive gaze with a smirk. Dio growls and pulls out of your mouth, heavy cock bouncing tantalizingly in front of you.
You so badly want to be filled by them — it doesn’t matter who, you’re just aching for them to fill the gap in your needy body — and then you’re being maneuvered between the two of them, held tight against Jonathan’s strong chest, back pressed into Dio’s equally hard front.
“You want us, don’t you?” Dio hisses into your ear, running his teeth along your earlobe before he nips it. You nod, and Dio smirks into your shoulder. “What a needy girl you are.”
“Be gentle, Dio.” Jonathan commands, but his cock is already insistently pressing at your entrance, sliding between your wet folds as Jonathan lets out tiny whimpers. There’s a loud pop and then you feel something cool dripping over your back and down your ass — Dio’s large finger slides down until he’s pressing against your tight entrance and sliding his finger inside. He adds another and scissors them gently inside of you, biting at your neck all the while. Jonathan distracts you by cooing sweet praises into your ear, teasing you by rubbing the thick head of his cock against your clit.
“So good for us,” Jonathan murmurs. “Are you ready?”
“Please—” you say, breathless.
“Insatiable girl,” Dio growls, and then his cock is pressing against your tight entrance and Jonathan slides himself slowly into your pussy, groaning quietly. Your mouth hangs open as both of them fill you up completely — for once Dio is gentle, taking his time with pushing his member inside of you. You’d only done it a couple of times but Dio always acted like a man possessed when he got the chance. “You take us so well.” Dio groans, settling his balls snug against your ass. Jonathan is fitted all the way in too, face red as he adjusts to being able to feel thick Dio’s cock through your walls.
You bounce yourself as best you can, adjusting to the stretch and biting your lip, wanton moans slipping out as you simply tighten around Jonathan and Dio’s cocks. You’re ready, though, so you wrap your arms tight around Jonathan and tilt your head back towards Dio.
“Fuck me—”
There’s not a moment where you don’t feel utterly and completely filled. When Dio is pulling out Jonathan is thrusting in — it’s intense, almost too much as your eyes practically roll in the back of your head at the sheer mass of them inside of you. Dio and Jonathan’s groans are heavy in your ear and it’s enough to send you over the edge once more so you’re crying out and digging your nails into Jonathan’s back.
“God, Jojo,” you whine and Dio snarls into your ear, increasing his pace until you can feel his heavy balls slamming against you with the force, his cock dragging against your walls rapidly. He gets what he wants, though. “Dio, f-fuck, Dio—” you whimper, and Dio kisses at your neck, messily with the hint of his teeth.
“I’m close,” Jonathan says, his breath catching in his throat. As much as you want to loll your head back against Dio and lose yourself in the sensations, you lean forward and capture Jonathan’s lips in a kiss — a bit of romance always got him, and a second later you feel him groan deeply into the kiss as his thrusts become languid while he pumps his release inside of you.
Dio isn’t far behind him. Jonathan holds you up while Dio thrusts into you, his kisses on your neck turning into hard sucks that were sure to leave dark purple bruises.
“Dio, please,” you whimper. Dio huffs a laugh into your ear and pumps into you harder, slamming his hips against your backside. If not for Jonathan, Dio would have you on all fours with his hand pressed painfully hard into your back.
“Take it,” Dio hisses, and then he thrusts in one final time before he cums inside of your ass, cock twitching while he releases ropes of his release. “All of it,” he rasps, and pumps a few more times while you involuntarily tighten around him and milk his cock until Dio is pulling out of you, hissing from how oversensitive his cock was.
Jonathan is gentle when he pulls out, taking care to gently lay you down as he fondly cups your cheek in his large hand. Dio is flushed red, chest heaving, but he’s the picture of smug as he sits by your other side and splays a large hand across your naked chest. His lacquered nails dig slightly into the tender flesh — a reminder of who you belonged to.
“Why don’t you stay here tonight? I’ll run a bath for you.” Jonathan hums. He was always so sweet. His eyes brighten when you smile and nod, but Dio just clicks his tongue.
“You’ll spoil her, Jojo. She’s our employee, you know. We ought to keep her in line a bit more.” Dio smirks and you roll your eyes, used to his biting form of teasing.
“Come off it, Dio. May I remind you that you wouldn’t have this deal without her?” Jonathan raises an eyebrow at Dio, who scoffs and turns his head to scowl. Jonathan presses a kiss to your forehead before he gets up, toned and massive body glimmering in the dressing room lights with the lightest sheen of sweat.
Dio turns his attention to you, scowl melting off his face to his usual cat-like grin. “You could stay with me instead, darling.”
“I heard that,” Jonathan warns from across the room. Dio rolls his eyes.
“Or I can stay here, even though Jojo is here. Besides, I don’t think we’re quite done with you, hm? You worked so hard for us.” Dio leans down and ghosts his lips across yours. “I think you need to relax a little, hm?”
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The next day, which was supposed to include a lengthy outdoor shoot, was canceled with a scowl by you and a very knowing smile from Dio and Jonathan.