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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kira_Yoshikage/Josuke_Higashikata
  Character:
      Kira_Yoshikage, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Rule_63, Car_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-28 Words: 2508
****** Fortunes ******
by witchwork
Summary
     No one understands better than Josuke that their relationship
     revolves around exchanges. But with boundaries blurring and the true
     nature of what Kira wants from her beginning to emerge, things are
     suddenly a lot more complicated and unsettling than they were- and
     she's more okay with that than she really should be.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Of all the gifts that Kira had bestowed upon her, the one that Josuke had least
expected had also turned out to be the most practical. The mobile phone
currently tucked away in the pocket of her gakuran wasn’t the prettiest thing
but it hadn’t taken her long to accessorise it, adding some charms and a cute
strap to try and counter its blocky shape. It wasn’t to Kira’s taste but that
had only fueled her enthusiasm for customising it; seeing him fight not to
cringe at the latest addition, a gold heart with a green bead, was entertaining
all by itself. She’d had to tease him about it.
“You can’t talk- you wear Versace.”
Now there was an argument he couldn’t win.
Of course, she didn’t exactly have anyone to call. She’d had to keep it hidden
from her mother and neither Koichi or Okuyasu had one, leaving her with just
one name on the contact list.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wondered if Kira had done it on
purpose.
-
13:01
Meet me at the end of road from the gates after school.
The message set her phone buzzing at lunch and she hadn’t stopped thinking
about it since. Even as she seethed with annoyance at its presumptuous,
commanding tone and even as made her excuses and hurried away and even as she
walked down the street to meet him, her mind was abuzz with anticipation.
Strange, then, that the moment she saw him standing by his car, everything went
quiet again.
Dressed in a sharply tailored suit- no doubt it had a designer pedigree- with a
coordinated tie and shirt, he would have stood out among the tired-looking
teachers heading out of the gates like a wildflower amongst weeds but he didn’t
look at ease here either. His shoulders were stiff with tension and, every now
and then, he would glance over his shoulder to make sure that he was still
alone. It was really no wonder he was tense, though. Sure, it was quieter here
but they never usually met in such a public place with so many potential
onlookers.
But then, maybe Kira didn't need to worry so much. What was it he had said? It
was luck that brought us together. Good fortune.Maybe that same good fortune
that would keep them that way. Appropriate for someone with the character for
it twice in his name.
Regardless, she made her way up to his car and met him with a smile, waiting
until she was sat in the passenger seat with the windows safely closed before
finally saying anything.
“What’s the emergency?”
What she had expected, she wasn’t sure but it certainly wasn’t for him to lift
her chin, kiss her and say, “I wanted to see you again.”
Though it went unspoken, this wasn’t a long term thing. They both knew that.
But, with his hand lingering at her jaw and those strangely pale eyes focused
so intently on hers, she couldn’t help but be disheartened. She should have
known that she wasn’t the kind of person who could detach themselves, be
contented with the knowledge that it was an almost mercenary exchange of sex-
as unusual as his tastes were- and gifts, and it had come back to bite her.
Maybe that’s why, when he finally drew back, it took her a moment to respond.
“Me too. I missed you.” It wasn’t the same thing as 'wanting to see' someone
and she knew it but, after a short pause, she cast him a look of feigned
reproach. Creased brow, a pout on already pouty lips, head tilted. “But don’t
let it go to your head, alright?”
An attempt to soften the sentimentality. It was easier to play the coquette
than be honest- but there was something intimate about her backchat too. She
wouldn’t have been nearly so casual with him when they’d started this- this
whatever it was.
“Of course not.”
The engine’s purr turned into a roar and the car shuddered back to life.
-
All it took was a fifteen minute drive from the school to leave the suburban
cluster of estates and holiday homes behind. Little by little, the streets
widened and the houses grew sparser before giving out altogether, melting
seamlessly into coastal paths, the jagged edges of cliffs and, somewhere below,
beachy outcrops with golden sand. In high season, it would have been swarming
with tourists and locals alike but, in the shadow of a long, cold spring, time
seemed to have been slowed to a lazy crawl. As it was, the two of them were
alone on the clifftops with only the view of the sea and the few fishing boats
still out at work for company.
It was the sort of place she’d have liked to go to on a date, not to conduct
illicit affairs with men too old to be involved with a high school girl. Then
again, his inclinations made it so that something as innocent as holding hands
could be foreplay. In a screwed up kind of way, it was fitting that they should
come somewhere like this; it had the same contradictory, looking glass world
quality as their relationship.
At some point, they had moved into the back seat, though in between the
comforting warmth of leather and the sudden closeness of their bodies, Josuke
had forgotten how or when.
As ever, Kira took his time. There was an order to be follow. Watching her
remove her gakuran to reveal more of those slender wrists and helping him to
undo his tie. Tracing the lines of delicate, blue veins just beneath the
surface. Grazing his teeth along the length of her index finger before, at
last, pressing his cheek into the smooth surface of her palm and watching her
with a decidedly feline look of sleepy appreciation as she used her other hand
to brush back his hair. Feline. Now there was a good word for it. Like a cat
accepting its owners affections, this was for his benefit more than hers; that
she happened to enjoy it too was incidental.
Or maybe that was only how it had started. At the same time as he drew her
thumb into his mouth, she felt him push her skirt up to stroke the sensitive
skin on the insides of her thighs as well. Was that part of the exchange too?
Colouring, Josuke held his stare as if to try and coax out an answer- say
something, anything- but found only a heady haze of arousal in its place.
It didn’t really matter in the end. The carefully rounded tips of her nails
brushed against his scalp and she felt him shiver and then shift a little,
edging his arm along the back of the seat so that he was holding the back of
her neck and hair. Gently, she noticed, and with only the one hand. The last
time, the situation had gotten away from her and, before she knew what was
happening, both were around her neck- I lost control of myself, it won’t happen
again- and pinning her against the couch. It marked both the only time he had
apologised for anythin and the first time she had considered ending it. Deep
down, Josuke knew she should have gone through with it. But she couldn’t. Not
when every meeting set her heart pounding and her head spinning with excitement
and he looked at her like that.
And anyway, she had Crazy Diamond. Things couldn’t go too far. They wouldn’t.
It was only when he took her wrist and moved her hand down to the front of his
pants and the growing hardness there that she snapped out of her daydream. Her
eyes flickered up to meet his. Whether or not she realised it, she was chewing
on her lip.
“Here? In the car?”
“Here.” His voice was drawn taut as cello strings and yet he still managed to
sound businesslike. “If that bothers you, we’ll stop.”
“No, I want to, but-”
She didn’t get time to finish. Cutting her off with a soft, contemplative hum,
he edged closer and slipped his hand further up her skirt, letting his
fingertips just ghost across the front of her panties. It was only the briefest
of touches but it came with the promise of more.
Son of a-
“Here?” he echoed, “In the car?”
Was he making fun of her? Try as she might to be annoyed, she couldn’t deny
that the idea was suddenly a whole lot more appealing. Or that those little
hints of a sense of humour weren't charming.
“... here.” Another stroke made her voice jump. “If that’s how you wanna do
this, fine. Here.”
With a metallic clink, she unbuckled his belt- take your time , she reminded
herself, he likes to watch- and draped it over the back of the driver’s seat.
There was no dignified way to do this, not when he seemed content to let her
try and work it out by herself, but it wasn’t long before she found a more
comfortable position. Besides, he was patient. She knew he would be.
A light breeze drifted through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of
the sea and the hum of the town behind them, too muted to be anything more than
background noise. It was just the two of them here. Josuke closed her eyes,
ministrations slowing to a languid pace as she nestled against the hollow of
his neck with her forehead against the cool, soft fabric of his shirt. Pleasure
pulsed between her thighs with each crook of his fingers, making her squirm,
but there was comfort to be found in Kira’s own, subtler undoing. Though quiet,
his breathing was growing more irregular by the moment, betrayed only by the
rise and fall of his chest and the drumming of his heartbeat against her cheek.
There. Josuke gave a soft, almost kittenish sound as he rolled his thumb
against her clit again, hips twisting to try and keep it going. The contact was
electric, sending exhilarating shivers of pleasure through her body whilst
never threatening to slip past the slick fabric. She wanted it to. God, she
wanted him to touch her directly- but the words didn't even get the chance to
reach her lips before it was over. The orgasm hit her hard, chasing the last of
her misgivings, however few the number that remained, out of her mind in a
white hot blur. For someone who had showed very little interest in anything
outside of two specific parts of her body, he knew the rest of it with
startling intimacy. He knew what she liked and how much to hold back and how to
reduce her to a trembling mess. It wasn't important whether it was simply
mechanical efficiency or whether she was just making the same mistakes over and
over, not when it made her feel like this. Not right now. For just those few
moments, she wanted to believe that it was all for her.
Somewhere, in the afterglow, she became aware of the feeling of his hand over
hers- although it wasn’t out of tenderness. She’d stopped stroking him. Kira
pressed his forehead against the top of her head- if she were thinking
straight, she might have complained- and murmured something half-encouraging,
half chastising that she didn’t quite catch. Of course. How could it be
anything else? But if that was what he wanted from her, she’d give it to him.
She let him guide her back into a rhythm, went on running her hand over the
length of his cock, making sure he could feel all of her against him-
“Josuke-”
She caught the name, that little hitch of breath and slurred syllables, and
buried it with a kiss, snatching it from him in the seconds before he came.
Only in those last moment were the final vestiges of composure finally torn
away, leaving him gasping against her lips and crumpled over her, one hand
still tangled in one of her ponytails as the other gripped her thigh. Strands
of wavy blonde hair fell across his face where they’d been teased loose and his
eyes- god, his eyes- barely seemed to focus on her before he leant over her
again.
One final, deep crush of lips and tongue left her breathless before he broke
away to assail her jaw and neck with a messy trail of kisses, hesitating only
as he reached her collarbone.
You’ll stretch out my collar. She opened her mouth to object.
He bit down.
-
21:13
goodnight x
21: 32
hello?
Josuke stared determinedly at the texts, knees pulled tightly up against her
chest. There was no way that he'd be asleep already- god knows, Kira was enough
of a stickler about his schedules- but she’d sent the first one over three
quarters of an hour ago and he still hadn’t answered. Not that he had any
obligation to; it wasn’t as though they were datingor anything and he was
hardly the romantic sort anyway. She didn't even really trust him. This was
always how things were going to be.
So why did it bother her so much?
She put a hand to her neck, testing the bruised skin with the pads of her
fingers and wincing at the dull pain they left in their wake. It’d be a pain in
the ass to cover. Of course, she’d left her share of accidental marks on him in
the past too but this was deliberate. Calculating. He wanted her to see it. All
Josuke could do in return was steal affection, lacing her fingers through his
to pull him closer or touching his face to soften him to the possibility of a
kiss. Funny how, without even realising it, they'd started playing games.
Why didn’t that bother her but that empty screen did?
After a moment of two of thought, she picked up her phone once more. There was
one thing she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
22:06
whatcha doin tonight hey boy
22:10
Everything’s alright, just hold on tight.
22:11
because you’re a good old fashioned lover boy? as if. jerk xx
22:13
Go to sleep, Josuke.
Got him. A light flush of satisfaction spread across her cheeks and, pleased
with her work, she dropped back onto the bed. The implications of what had
happened, the blotches of purple on her skin and the pang of apprehension
whenever he touched her neck and the weight of each of his strange little
gestures, could wait.
It wouldn't go on like this. Even as his carried him through, her own fortunes
would have to fold some time and when they did, it would be every bit as ugly
as this whole relationship was.
But it was nice to pretend.
And, like watching those first forks of lightning in a stormy sky, it was
thrilling too. In its own fucked up little way.
End Notes
     in summary: i'm the the worst, i can't write and this is messed up on
     purpose ollies out
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