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Joseph wishes he protested You joining their team harder, but your stubborn determination reminded the Old Man of Caesar, and he allowed You to join. You were an Omega, You had a stand, but You were still an Omega, like Caesar was, and now You were in danger.
The dart with the drug was originally meant for Jotaro, to cause the Young Alpha to go into an uncontrollable rut, to become filled with rage, with lust, to lash out at his friends, to hurt them. Instead, You shoved Jotaro out of the way, and let the dart hit You. It caused You to go into heat, a heat that only could be cured by an Alpha’s knot. If You didn’t let an Alpha knot You, You would die.
You had managed to choke out “Not Jojo,” before the heat started to overtake You. Joseph understands, Jotaro is your childhood friend, Jotaro already blames himself for You getting hit with dart, and this would just make things worse. Plus, Jotaro is young, and could accidentally claim you, causing the two of you to forever be bonded. Jotaro would blame himself even more, and it would ruin your relationship. Joseph is an old Alpha, but the only one that had experience with knotting an Omega in heat before. Jotaro raises an eyebrow, when Joseph mentions this, Suzie Q is a Beta, after all.
“It was before Suzie Q,” Joseph states, quietly.
“Just hurry up,” Jotaro states. “Before Y/N dies,” Jotaro adds. Jotaro sounds angry, but Joseph know his grandson is just worried for his friend.
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When Joseph opens the door, his nose fills with the smell of an Omega in heat. It takes him back years ago, with Caesar.
You are laying on the bed, sweaty, clothes clinging to your body. You weakly turn your head to see Joseph entering the room. “Jotaro?” You’re completely out of it at this point, which means Joseph has to move quickly. “He’s fine, with the others,” Joseph states, before he starts to peel off your clothing. “I’ll be quick, and you’ll be back to normal,” Joseph promises. You’re a young, attractive Omega, and it doesn’t take long for Joseph to get into the mood. Joseph lubes himself up, not bothering to finger You open, your hole is already wet with an Omega’s natural slick. Joseph enters you, with a groan, old memories flooding his mind.
“Don’t bite me, Jojo,” he remembers Caesar stating. “I don’t want to be stuck with you as an Alpha forever.”
He should have, Joseph bemoans, then he could have used his status as Caesar’s Alpha to keep him from running off on his own, and getting himself killed. You let out a soft moan, and Joseph increases his pace, teeth grazing your mating gland, by instinct.
“Why are Omegas so stubborn? Aren’t you supposed to listen to Alphas?” he states out loud. Your only response was a whimper, and the old man continues to rant. Joseph continues his fast and deep pace, until he feels your body clench around him, then stops when he reaches his own orgasm, making sure he’s deep enough inside for his knot to take.
“W-Why did you bite me?”
Joseph looks down at your neck to see blood on your mating gland. Sometime during his ranting, Joseph must have lost control, and bit you. A bite on your mating gland is permanent. This was going to be difficult to explain, especially to his own grandson.
Joseph wishes he could run away, but this is one problem he can’t run from