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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Kakyoin_Noriaki, Kujo_Holly
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, Teacher-Student_Relationship,
      Sexual_Tension, First_Kiss, Sex_Toys, Vibrators, Voyeurism, Creampie,
      Over_stimulation, Multiple_Orgasms
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-09 Completed: 2017-07-27 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 6864
****** Give Me Your Attention ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Kakyoin is fed up with one of his students.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Kujo-san."
He usually didn't call on the quiet boy, but he wanted to mix things up a bit
today. Besides, even if he tested well, the boy often skipped out on classroom
duties, pawning them off on any of the many girls that trailed behind him like
some celebrity. Well, pawning off wasn't really the correct word for it. They
would always volunteer in his place, eager to gain his favor, not that it
actually did. It was a small thing, but it got under Kakyoin's skin.
Not to mention that he hardly ever paid attention.
"Can you answer this question for me?"
There was light murmuring from the class at that, but a stern look from Kakyoin
had them obediently quiet again, though heads still turned to look in Jotaro's
direction. That was all well and fine. Kakyoin had wanted to put the boy on the
spot for once. Kakyoin didn't get pleasure singling out students-- as a kid, he
had been quiet and shy and knew all too well the pain of being the center of
attention when it wasn't wanted-- but Kujo Jotaro was a different case all
together. Being a good student was more than just doing class work, it was
pulling your weight and respecting your teacher, all things that the boy
clearly lacked and didn't put effort towards. Kakyoin wasn't a harsh teacher,
but he was stern when the situation needed it. And Jotaro's apathy towards
school and towards his future were in need of an intervention.
The teen cast him a look but didn't make a move to answer. Other students shot
him looks, but Jotaro didn't seem the slightest irked about it. Even in such a
situation, the boy still maintained his level-headedness, it seemed. Most
teachers in this situation would give the punk a good dose of public
humiliation, but that wasn't Kakyoin's style. He let the tension build in the
room for a few seconds before calling on someone else. Everyone seemed relieved
about the alleviated stuffy atmosphere, though Kakyoin was boiling in
irritation. The girl stood and gave the answer, and the lesson continued as
planned.               
~
It wasn't until the end of the school day that Kakyoin spoke to the teen again.
"I need you to stay after for a few minutes."
Jotaro looked like he had expected as much and stood off to the side as his
peers filed out of the room, casting knowing looks at both of them. They knew
Jotaro was about to get a verbal lashing. The boys looked smug about it, while
the girls cast sad looks at the teen.
Kakyoin rolled his eyes and ushered out the stragglers, leaving only him and
the solemn boy, his bag slung over his shoulder in a way he probably thought
looked 'cool'.  When he shut the door he took a deep breath before turning
towards him.
"Do you know why I wanted to talk with you?"
Jotaro didn't even offer a shrug to acknowledge him.
Kakyoin sighed and made his way to his desk, sitting partially on it before
crossing his arms. Jotaro was a hulking mass of a boy, towering over almost all
the teachers, and certainly towered over him now that he was sitting. He knew
that he had probably never been scolded like this and felt just a pang of
satisfaction at the thought. He wasn't frightened of the boy in the slightest,
unlike the other teachers and the students. He was just a teen that had had a
growth spurt and who felt like a hot shot because he had conventionally
attractive looks. Well, being tall and handsome didn't make a person exempt
from following common courtesies and having a decent attitude.  
"Come now, Kujo-san, you aren't in serious trouble. I just worry about you, as
your teacher."
"I turn in my work."
Kakyoin was taken aback when he actually heard Jotaro speak. Throughout the
year, he had probably heard him speak less than ten words. This was already
going better than expected.
"You do." Kakyoin said carefully. "I didn't say that you weren't doing your
work."
"Then what's the problem?"
The curt words and obvious annoyed tone made Kakyoin bristle. The kid really
did have some nerve. "The problem, Kujo-san, is that you don't pay attention."
Jotaro scoffed quietly and touched the brim of his hat. "Good grief." He
dropped his bag with a dull thud, and Kakyoin scolded himself for jumping at
the sudden noise. He couldn't let Jotaro intimidate him, even if the towering
boy suddenly seemed to take on a dark aura and the atmosphere of the room grew
cold and brittle.
He pursed his lips as Jotaro took a step forward, making them too close for
comfort. It was punching distance.
"You've got my attention now, Kakyoin-sensei." Jotaro looked at him
unwaveringly, clearly a challenge, clearly trying to intimidate him.
Kakyoin wasn't having any of it, even if his stomach was trembling he kept his
face just as arrogant as Jotaro's. They stared at each other, both refusing to
back down.
Jotaro bent slightly at the waist to bring his face level with him and spoke
again, his voice a low growl. "You've got it, sensei, so do something."
Kakyoin glowered at him, their faces only a few spare inches apart. This
asshole, thinking he just runs everything. He really thought he was hot shit,
that he was untouchable just because a few girls thought he was cute. He didn't
go through college to be patronized like this by some high school punk.
He looked down at the boy's lips and saw a faint smirk.
That was what finally broke him, and he mashed their lips together in a rough
kiss, wasting no time with soft foreplay. The mouth against him was clearly
inexperienced but still met him with vigor, opening when Kakyoin pressed his
tongue against his lips.
He was good at a lot of things, but his kissing was something even he took
pride in. He swirled his tongue around Jotaro's own, loving how it caused the
boy to rumble out a breathy moan. It was beyond satisfying, the fact that with
all of his haughty personality, this seemed to reduce him to nothing but what
he was in the end-- an inexperienced, fumbling, horny school boy. He knew that
Jotaro could feel the smirk that curled his lips, but the boy didn't say
anything about it, and Kakyoin didn't try to hide it.
He brought his hands up to grip Jotaro's arms as the boy stepped forward again,
enough so that their bodies were pressed together. Kakyoin had felt a few stray
sparks of arousal at the kiss, but it was nothing compared to Jotaro, whose
cock was completely full. At least he hoped it was completely full, because
jesus, it felt...intimidating.
The boy pressed his arousal unashamedly against Kakyoin and rubbed it needily
against him, his arms wrapping around him and clearly trying to push him back
against the desk. Kakyoin laughed into his mouth and nudged gently at his broad
chest, pulling away from the kiss.
"Don't forget who's in charge here, Kujo-san." He pushed him again, feeling
like he was pressing against an immovable wall of muscle. As much of a badass
as Jotaro tried to pretend to be, a little bit of authority went a long way
with him. At least, when the authority figure had something he wanted badly.
Jotaro yielded and stepped back, his spit-wet lips parted and his cheeks
brushed with red.
Kakyoin smiled, celebrating the small victory in the knowledge that he
probably looked much more composed than Jotaro right now. It was all too easy
to get boys his age riled up.
He brushed his hand over his long bang and leaned more comfortably on the desk
to take in the sight of the flushed young man in front of him. He really was a
gorgeous guy, tall and sharply handsome. He had wondered more than once why he
never indulged in all the girls that were always at his heels. With how eagerly
he had fallen into the kiss and with the way his cheeks glowed and his breath
left in ragged breaths, it made a little more sense.
“You want more, don’t you, Jotaro?” The loss of honorifics and the use of his
first name made Jotaro’s large chest rise in a sharp inhale. It was all too
easy to manipulate him, it was kinda cute. Kakyoin let his eyes slide to a
flirty half-mast and placed a hand on his own hip. “Have you thought about
kissing me before?”
“Sensei.” Jotaro nearly growled the title and stepped forward, clearly about to
lock him into another kiss but Kakyoin put his hand up, pleased when Jotaro
halted obediently.
“You should be heading home, don’t you think?”
Jotaro looked as if he had been struck across the face. The thought of being
denied past the point of a kiss seemed completely foreign to him. His eyebrows
fell to their normal scowl only a second later. He turned his back to Kakyoin
and snatched his bag from the floor. “Whatever.”
He could act like he didn’t care all he wanted, but the painful erection
pressing against his thigh in his school slacks told Kakyoin all he needed to
know.
He sulked across the room and had his hand on the door when Kakyoin spoke up
again.
“Kujo-san,”
Jotaro didn’t turn, but Kakyoin could see his shoulders tense.
Kakyoin drummed his fingers against his desk quietly and smiled at the boy’s
back. “I’m afraid you’ll be staying after school tomorrow. That attitude of
yours need to be corrected. Make sure to tell your guardian you’ll be home
late.”
The boy grunted in response and slid the door open before disappearing around
the corner.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Jotaro was never tardy, but he always entered class just as it was about to
begin. But today, he was one of the first students to come in. He filed into
the room almost thirty minutes before class was to begin and sat at his desk
among the few early morning stragglers who were socializing amongst themselves.
Kakyoin leaned against his desk, tapping a finger against his chin. He had been
hoping this would happen and had prepared for this exact situation in case it
did work out. Luckily, his understanding of the hormone riddled mind of a
teenager had been spot on, and Jotaro was here.
It was kind of cute, how he was so pointedly avoiding Kakyoin's gaze. But with
his understanding of teenagers, he knew it was only a matter of time before
their eyes met. Leaning against the desk in a more flattering way, Kakyoin
brushed his hand over his long bang before settling his hand on his hip, his
thumb rubbing small circles on the light protuberance of his hip bone.
Sure enough, Jotaro looked up only thirty seconds later, surely meaning to just
sneak a glance at him but catching his eyes instead. Kakyoin smiled and subtly
nodded his head towards the door before standing up straight and leaving the
room.
His polished work shoes clacked on the tiled floor as he confidently made his
way down the hall. He didn't have to look behind him to know that Jotaro was
trailing far behind. He was a clever boy, after all.
Kakyoin pushed the door open to the bathroom and made his way to the back
stall, leaving the door open and sliding his hand in his pocket to finger the
object he had there. A handful of seconds later, the bathroom door opened
again. Heavy footsteps bounced off the tiled walls before Jotaro was blocking
the doorway of his stall. Kakyoin smiled and pulled him in, closing the door
and locking it behind him, pressing himself against the boy's huge chest to do
so.
Jotaro wasn't shy in the slightest, his large hands reaching out immediately to
grab Kakyoin's hips and pull him close.
"So eager, Jotaro." Kakyoin gave a small laugh and raised himself on the balls
of his feet to make their noses touch briefly, pulling away just as Jotaro
tilted his head and tried to go in for a kiss. He wanted to kiss him too in all
honesty, but his petulant pout was worth putting it off. "We don't have time
for that." Kakyoin twirled his finger, "Turn around for me."
Jotaro looked a little perplexed at that but did as he was told. He braced his
hands on the stall door and spread his legs. Kakyoin was delighted at the view
as he dug two things out of his pocket.
"Pull your pants down."
"Fuck, sensei," Jotaro dropped his hands down immediately to fulfill the order,
rolling his eager hips in the air. "Gonna fuck me in the bathroom like a cheap
whore?" 
Kakyoin fluttered his eyes in shock at the filthy words. Jesus, Jotaro
reallywas eager. A wicked smile spread across his face and he ran a long finger
down the light knobs of Jotaro's spine, hardly feeling them through his thick
jacket. Jotaro's ass was exposed now, and with every movement Kakyoin could see
the pretty muscles tighten. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Jotaro grunted quietly and subtly wiggled his ass, as if inviting him to screw
him senseless.  
Kakyoin made quick work of slicking the buttplug with lube, staring hungrily at
Jotaro's toned, pale ass as it was put on display for him. He tightened the lid
back on the lube and slid it back in his pocket before using his free hand to
grab one of Jotaro's ass cheeks. He spread him the best he could and felt warm
sparks of arousal flood him at the sight of his small puckered hole.
"Ever have someone touch you here, Jotaro?"
"No."
Kakyoin grew all the more hot at the sound of Jotaro's voice. He seemed
completely in control but his strained, wavering tone betrayed him. Kakyoin
smiled and brought the blunt, greasy tip of the buttplug to his hole, making
Jotaro tense.
"Do you touch yourself here?"
He listened, pleased at Jotaro's quickened breathing as the boy shook his head
in response. Kakyoin spread his ass further apart. "Don't worry. This toy isn't
very big. It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but it definitely
shouldn't hurt."
He eased the tip in, watching the small pucker open slowly around it to take
it. Jotaro let out a choked grunt and stuck his ass out more.
"See? Not that bad, is it? You're taking it so perfectly..."
The middle of the plug got wider before it tapered into its base. He would love
to have the time to tease it in and out of the boy, to watch his ass stretch
and shrink every time he pushed it in and out, but they really couldn't risk
taking the time for teasing. If someone were to come in and see two sets of
shoes in a stall, there could be trouble.
Even still he took it as slow as he dared, knowing it was Jotaro's first time
being breached like this. His small hole was flexing and squeezing around the
toy as he eased it further in, finally reaching its widest point. He took a
second to admire the stretched pink skin around the baby blue plug, loving how
spread Jotaro was at this point.
Finally, he popped it the rest of the way in, making it lock in the boy's ass
where only the base was visible. Kakyoin brushed a kiss on Jotaro's back and
wiggled the base a little, relishing the small gasp Jotaro gave. "There we
go... Now pull your pants up."
Jotaro glanced back at him, his brow furrowed. He didn't have to ask the
question he wanted to ask, Kakyoin knew it and gave him an amused smile.
"That's right, we're keeping it in."
Jotaro huffed and pulled his pants up, fastening them quickly. "Kinky bastard."
Kakyoin laughed quietly and ran a finger over the crease of his clothed ass,
feeling the hard base between his cheeks. "You've got no idea." He grabbed a
handful of his plump ass. "Now get on to class. We don't want you being tardy,
now do we?"
Jotaro huffed and gave him a critical look, but opened the door to leave.
Kakyoin leaned against the stall and propped the door open as he watched Jotaro
retreat. The poor boy was walking stiffly, clearly not used to having something
up his ass. It only made Kakyoin all the more giddy. What really was the icing
on the cake was the fact that Jotaro was listening to him, he was taking
everything Kakyoin was dishing out, without questioning or whining. The feeling
of power was intoxicating, especially since it was power over someone who
thought so highly of themselves. Jotaro was going to prove to be a lot more fun
than Kakyoin could ever have imagined. 
~
He didn't get to see Jotaro sit down which probably would have been comical
considering how he was perched awkwardly in his seat when he finally entered
the classroom. He was so cute. Kakyoin relaxed in his desk chair and watched
the slow trickle of students enter and take their seats, not giving Jotaro a
second look but feeling the distinct presence of someone staring at him.
Class started and Kakyoin went about business as usual, nothing seeming out of
the ordinary. For some reason that only made it all the more fun and exciting.
By the second half of the school day, Jotaro was assuredly accustomed to the
toy inside of him. Kakyoin had been waiting for this point patiently, fingering
the other thing in his pocket.
"Okay students, clear your desks."
A few scattered groans met his exclamation as the room shuffled to move things.
"Oh, don't act that way." Kakyoin said cheerfully, "I hardly ever give pop
quizzes."
He had been careful all day to not look at Jotaro but now he couldn't help it.
Jotaro's eyes were cast in shadow from the small lip of his hat, but he could
see his bright eyes darken in suspicion. Kakyoin couldn't stop the smile that
spread across his face and grabbed the small stack of papers that he had typed
up the night before. Perfect, everything was working out so perfectly, it was
thrilling in a way that made his whole body thrum.
 The quizzes were dispersed and heads all turned downwards as pencils scratched
against paper.
It was time.
Kakyoin slid his hand back into his pocket and finally switched on the toy to
its lowest setting.
"Nnff--!"
Heads turned in Jotaro's direction as he let out a surprised noise before
masking it with a cough. Kakyoin felt nearly giddy watching the ever cool and
collected Jotaro crumble so easily. His head was cast down so Kakyoin couldn't
see his face, but he could see how tense his shoulders were.
It was evident that the little noise had been surprised out of the hulking boy
but the low setting was enough for him to handle. In that case, it was time to
kick it up a notch.
 Jotaro visibly flinched as his large frame quivered. The second setting was
hardly more than the first but it seemed to be too much for him. Kakyoin
watched gleefully as Jotaro removed his hat- a rare sight indeed- and wiped his
brow, casting a desperate glare at Kakyoin before plopping the black cap back
on and fixing his eyes back on the paper.
Dare Kakyoin risk raising it more? There was a big chance that the vibrations
would be heard in the quiet of the room. He debated briefly and settled on a
fun idea.
He gripped the small remote in his sweaty hand and counted to three in his head
before blasting it full force. Jotaro's desk scooted forward loudly as he
jumped and faint buzzing filled the room for two, three, four seconds. Kakyoin
switched it to its lowest setting again as students looked around.
Kakyoin raised his voice. "Phones aren't permitted during class. Make sure to
turn them off."
A few students snickered but turned back to their papers.
Jotaro's cheeks were ruddy and he had his hand clapped tightly over his mouth.
Kakyoin could feel his lips twitching into a smile so pulled them into a light
frown instead, sitting at his desk to hide his stiffening cock.
~
He busied himself with grading papers as the students filed out, pushing his
reading glasses up every so often. Again, students whispered and cast looks at
Jotaro, who stayed in his seat.
As soon as the door slid shut Jotaro stood from his chair, his hands slamming
against his desk. Kakyoin didn't look up from his work, which seemed to
aggravate the boy. Steady footsteps approached him and Kakyoin finally looked
up when he saw Jotaro in his periphery.
Jotaro had come around his desk to grab him by his shirt and pull him to his
feet. Jotaro was glowering, his cheeks still red and his breathing heavy.
"Are you feeling okay, Kujo-san? You look as if you might be coming down with
some--"
He was twirled around effortlessly before a large warm hand was on the back of
his neck and forcing him to bend over, pressing him face first into his desk.
Being manhandled so roughly and easily was the goal to begin with, and he had
certainly succeeded. He tried to wiggle free but Jotaro only pressed him down
more firmly and rubbed his hard length against Kakyoin's displayed ass. His
glasses were askew and slipping down his nose as he tried to look behind to see
the fierce look that was surely on Jotaro’s face but the grip on him was too
strong.  
"Did you cum earlier, Jotaro?" He teased, finally dropping his act and letting
himself pant with need, "You did, didn't you?"
"Shut up."
His pants were being tugged at and Kakyoin breathed a soft laugh, unfastening
his belt quickly to help them be pulled down. He arched his back as his ass was
displayed, wishing he could see Jotaro's face as the small ring hanging from
his ass was tugged curiously at.
The anal beads shifted in him and he could feel his hole pull outwards and open
as Jotaro slowly began extracting the toy. The first bead, larger than the
others, popped out and he moaned at the loss of the stretch.
The process repeated again and again and by the time the lube-slick toy was
completely out and sat on the desk, Kakyoin was feeling incredibly empty and
was writhing against Jotaro's grip.
"Don't hold back baby, fuck me hard."
"Fuck," Jotaro breathed heavily, humping his clothed dick against Kakyoin's ass
a few times before pulling his hand back.
Kakyoin bit his lip as he listened to the jangle of his belt and the rustle of
his pants being pulled down.
"You have no shame, sensei." Jotaro smacked his hard cock on Kakyoin's ass
cheek teasingly.
Kakyoin smiled and felt his ass jiggle with eachthwap of skin on skin. "You
don't seem to mind, big boy."
That was the extent of their conversation because Jotaro went right to pressing
his wet, burning tip into Kakyoin's soft hole. It was far thicker than the toy,
but Kakyoin had already guessed that, he had actually been counting on it. He
clawed his desk weakly as he felt himself pried open all too quickly, it was
the sort of divine pain that he lived for, that made his core shake and
tremble.
Jotaro wasted no time, setting a fast and brutal pace that had Kakyoin's desk
scooting against the floor and his ribs aching from being jostled against the
hard surface.
"Yesfuck yes, just like that, your fat cock, fuck aah-- give it to me," He
couldn't help but babble senselessly as he was ruthlessly pounded into,
Jotaro's prick stretching him so wide and filling him so perfectly and
effortlessly pressing and rubbing against his prostate.
But with the eagerness of teenage years also comes short endurance, and all too
soon Jotaro buried his dick as deep as he could into him, humping fast and
shallow as hot semen squirted into him. Jotaro's hips stilled and Kakyoin could
feel his orgasm, which had been trembling near its peak, start to dwindle and
wane.
"No," Kakyoin panted, "No, keep going."
 Jotaro flinched as Kakyoin clenched around him, urging him on.
"Can't..." 
Kakyoin moved his hips back into his twitching, oversensitive cock still
embedded in him, making Jotaro let out a small whine that was so
uncharacteristic and vulnerable that Kakyoin's body clenched again. "Don't you
fucking stop, fuck me till I cum," He grinded against the dick inside him
desperately, gasping and moaning.
"I'll--ngh, use my mouth," Jotaro offered breathlessly, gripping Kakyoin's hips
tightly but not moving to pull away.
"No, ahh Jotaro," The idea was fantastic, having those chapped, plump lips
around his cock and making Jotaro gag on it, but it wasn't what he really
wanted. At least not this time around.  "Make me cum with your dick, please, I-
-aah! need it."
Jotaro cursed lowly but began moving his hips gingerly, hissing breath from
between his teeth.
"That's right baby, fuck, yes yesss," Kakyoin laid his sweaty forehead against
the cool desk and egged him on with small pushes of his hips and half delirious
words. He knew how uncomfortable it was to continue going after achieving
orgasm, but he also knew how good it could feel if you pushed through the
unpleasantness. But Kakyoin wasn't one to lie himself. This wasn't about
Jotaro, not in the slightest. Right now Kakyoin wanted to be greedy, to be just
as selfish and uncaring as the teen. It was his turn to be a brat and think
only of himself. He panted pathetically and let his head loll as Jotaro let out
pathetic little whines with every thrust. 
Jotaro’s cock had begun to lose its firmness, but as he began thrusting in with
more vigor Kakyoin could feel it filling yet again and pressing snugly against
his walls. He was beyond the point of stringing together coherent syllables and
settled for making low noises, drool escaping down his chin absently and his
glasses askew as he was rocked back and forth.
With a weak cry he came as he clenched his eyes shut and felt his whole body
tighten spastically. Jotaro grunted and picked his pace up to satisfy himself.
Pleasure jolted through him as he slumped against the desk and locked his knees
so he could keep his ass up as he was used.
He knew his ass was going to ache in the morning, and knew that this whole
situation was very much not okay, but he really couldn’t find it in himself to
care.
He was beyond the point of pleasure when Jotaro finally stopped, his hips
trembling and pressing firmly against his ass. He could feel the cock inside
him twitching and jumping, but couldn’t feel any cum come out. The poor boy had
ejaculated twice today already in short succession, it wasn’t much of a
surprise that he had cum dry.
He could feel how open and gaping his ass was when Jotaro finally pulled out.
It was a bizarre sensation that Kakyoin liked almost as much as being filled,
cool air touching his inner walls and providing an odd chilled feeling. Jotaro
seemed to like it too, sticking three fingers into the loose hole a few times
and pulling him open all the more, making cum dribble down Kakyoin’s balls.
“Do you like using me?” Kakyoin sighed, his knees weak but still pushing him
back into the teasing fingers.
Jotaro smacked his ass as an answer and Kakyoin hardly had the energy to jump.
He hazily lifted his head and straightened his glasses before looking back at
Jotaro. “I hope you don’t have many arrangements after school.” He smiled
languidly, “It’s going to take a lot more than one detention to fix that
attitude of yours.”
Jotaro seemed all too eager for the idea of more after school sessions, rubbing
his soft, sticky cock against Kakyoin's thoroughly used hole.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Kakyoin pays the Kujo household a visit
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was funny meeting Jotaro’s mom. She was so bubbly and sweet, next to her
towering and surly son it made for an almost comical contrast.
“I’m so sorry if the house is a little messy,” She said earnestly, walking him
around the wrap around porch as she still busied herself with fixing her
perfect hair. “Jotaro didn’t tell me you were coming over!”
Jotaro grunted behind them, his eyes shifting between the two of them. Noriaki
had grown to understand the kid’s silent expressions and knew he was just as
confused as Holly was—he had shown up without Jotaro’s knowledge, either.
“Oh, he can be a forgetful boy sometimes, can’t he?” He smiled pleasantly and
Holly touched his arm good-naturedly as she laughed.
“I tell him all the time, he’d lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his
neck!” She stopped in front of the sliding doors and turned to smile brightly
at them. “This is Jotaro’s room. If you need anything, Jotaro will be a good
boy and help you, I’m sure.”
Noriaki tilted his head with an agreeable smile. “Thank you so much, Kujo-san.”
Holly made a dismissive gesture with her hand as she giggled. “Oh, you can call
me Holly.”
“Holly.” Noriaki corrected himself, “I appreciate your hospitality.”
She giggled again before straightening herself up. “Well, I’m off to the store.
You muststay for dinner, sensei. Especially after coming all the way out here
just to tutor Jotaro.”
Jotaro stepped forward and his mouth opened, clearly about to object, but
Noriaki spoke first.
“That sounds lovely, Holly-san. I’m sure your cooking is wonderful.”
He noted that Holly’s face had grown rosy, and he knew Jotaro had noticed as
well. She smacked Noriaki lightly on the arm in a “oh, you” fashion before
dismissing herself. They watched her round the corner of the porch before
Noriaki spoke.
“Your mom is cute.”
Jotaro slid his door open forcefully and grabbed Noriaki’s wrist. “Why are you
here.”
He was yanked into Jotaro’s room—quaint and minimalist, not what he had
expected—but hardly had time to look over anything as he was thrown onto the
tatami floor.
Noriaki couldn’t help but give a surprised laugh, even as his body filled with
cold excitement. “What’s gotten you so riled up, stud?”
“My grades are fine.” Jotaro pushed Noriaki’s chest to make him lay down before
mounting him. “Did you just come here to flirt with my mom?” He rubbed their
groins together with rough, inelegant movements. “Or did you come here for
this?” Noriaki was shocked at the state of arousal the boy was already in.
Youth really was amazing.
“A bit presumptuous, are we?” Noriaki moaned low in his throat and rolled his
hips as he relaxed against the floor. “Maybe I didcome here for your mother.”
They both knew it wasn’t true but even still Jotaro bit into his neck hard
enough to make Noriaki let out a pained whine—assuredly to simultaneously shut
him up and mark him as Jotaro’s property.
“Such a brute, Jotaro…” He knocked the boy’s hat to the floor so he could
entwine his fingers in his thick black hair.
Jotaro only grunted in response, his hips slowing somewhat but the force of
each grind not losing intensity.
They shared each other’s breaths for a few minutes, getting lost in the feeling
of their bodies pressing and rubbing against one another. There were kisses but
they never developed into anything full blown, more teasing than anything.
“Did you miss me?” Noriaki finally sighed, hugging Jotaro’s large frame close.
“It hasn’t even been two weeks since your break started, but you’re acting so
desperate.”
“You’ve got no room to talk.” Jotaro breathed, licking a fat stripe up
Noriaki’s neck. “Coming to my house out of nowhere…”
That made Noriaki smile. “You got me there.” He pressed Jotaro’s head against
him, encouraging the boy as he began sucking softly on his neck. “Did you get
the present I sent you?”
Jotaro paused briefly before giving a small nod against Noriaki’s shoulder.
His smile took on a mischievous glint as he tugged gently at the kid’s hair.
“Have you been using it like a good boy?”
“…Yeah.”
The hesitation wasn’t of a lie but of embarrassment, Noriaki knew. But they had
used toys on a few occasions, he didn’t understand why Jotaro would be shy
about it now.
“Did it fit in you well?”
Jotaro nodded again, seeming to hide his face in the sharp junction between
Noriaki’s shoulder and neck. For as big and gruff as he was, he really could be
quite adorable.
Noriaki drug his hands down the pretty curve of Jotaro’s back before gripping
his ass meaningfully. “Let’s play with it. Where do you keep it?”
He tried to sit up but Jotaro stayed firm in his place, leaning more of his
weight on Noriaki so he was laying on him.
“Jotaro, you stubborn boy.” Noriaki sighed, trying to figure out what the
problem was. Surely the kid wasn’t so overwhelmed by his presence that he
didn’t want to let him go. So what could it be? Maybe he had thrown the toy
out, or maybe he didn’t like it.
Resolving himself to just ask instead of ponder over it, Noriaki gripped
Jotaro’s ass again, kneading the thick muscle with rough and loving motions.
“What is it, Jotaro?”
He could feel the way Jotaro’s abdominal muscles tightened as he was fondled,
the way his body gently shook and his breathing hitched. He really was more
riled up than usual.
“Sensei…” Jotaro stuck his ass up in the air as he leaned his weight against
Noriaki’s chest. Before he could make a comment on the lewd action, Jotaro
brought his hands behind himself to meet his own. Slowly, Jotaro brought their
entwined hands to the crease in his ass and Noriaki felt the hard, flat base of
something nestled between his cheeks.
“Fuck….You’re using it right now, Jotaro?” Noriaki shivered as Jotaro let out a
quiet moan. “What a filthy little boy. Walking around with your ass stretched,
getting off while your mother is right there—“
He had thought that Jotaro looked a little more healthy than usual when Holly
had first led him in the kitchen. Jotaro had been at the counter peeling
potatoes and when he had turned, Noriaki had seen a lively color to his cheeks.
He hadn’t thought much of it, but now, with his fingers touching the solid base
of the plug embedded inside of the boy, it made sense. Perhaps the little
classroom incident with the vibrator had awakened a voyeurism kink in the kid.
Noriaki wiggled the base as best as he could through the boy’s pants, relishing
the way he moaned and shook against him. He kissed Jotaro’s open mouth, tasting
all of the sweet gasps that spilled from his lips.
When he pulled back he gave a gentle twist to the toy, grinning lazily up at
the boy. “You want the real thing, darling?”
Jotaro’s eyes were blown wide and half lidded, his lips shining with their spit
and swollen. It seemed to take him a few moments to grasp the meaning of the
words. He nodded, rolling his hips in anticipation for the action.
With a little effort, Noriaki rolled them over so their positions were
reversed. He kissed him again, letting his slick tongue roll over Jotaro’s
pleasure-clumsy own.
He pulled away with one more gentle peck of the lips before sitting up and
getting off the kid. “Undress.”
It was cute how awkward and eager Jotaro’s movements were as he hastily
complied. Noriaki watched him with a languid smile as he also undressed,
setting his clothes neatly to the side, even as Jotaro threw his own.
When the last article of clothing was tossed aside Noriaki was back to Jotaro,
pressing his wide expanse of chest to urge him back against the floor.
“I would have never guess you were such a lewd boy when we first started all of
this.” Noriaki teased lightly, grabbing Jotaro’s thighs and forcing them up and
out to put the base of the toy on display for him.
Jotaro actually laughed—it was short and more an exhale than anything, but it
was gorgeous and made Noriaki’s heart jump in his throat. “Same to you.”
Noriaki grinned down at him, bending Jotaro more at the waist. “You have no
idea just how dirty I can be.” He watched the way Jotaro’s hole clamped around
the green base of the toy, lube glistening around the tight ring of muscle.
“Have you been fucked before?” He asked, tugging teasingly at the toy, watching
the way his ass stretched as the toy threatened to slip out of him. He knew the
answer, but wanted to hear Jotaro say it.
“No.”
Noriaki twisted the plug harshly, pushing it back in. Jotaro’s large chest
hitched as his hands scrambled for purchase against the ground. “No what?”
“N-no…no sensei.”
Noriaki smirked and began pulling the toy again, watching Jotaro’s wet, swollen
inner walls getting pulled out just the slightest along with it. “Do you want
me to fuck you?”
The red peek of his inner ass retreated as Jotaro clenched and shivered. “Y-
yeah….” Jotaro swallowed and threw his head to the side as his eyes closed
tightly. “Yes sensei, fuck—“
Jotaro was completely and totally at Noriaki’s whims. It was a thrilling
feeling knowing he, and only he, could make the scary Jotaro Kujo this way.
With a final pull the toy came out of Jotaro with a lewd squelch and a tight
groan from the boy. Noriaki allowed only a few seconds of indulgent looking at
the stretched red hole before lining his cock up and pushing into the searing
heat with one thrust.
Jotaro’s hands flew up to grab at his arms, his fingers like vices as they
squeezed into the muscle. Noriaki smiled devilishly down at him, churning his
hips experimentally and watching Jotaro’s blown eyes fly open.
“Hope, ahh, you don’t mind me…being a little rough,” He smacked his hips
forward again, loving the way Jotaro’s heavy, hairy balls squished against his
pelvis. “I’ve been wanting this… for quite a while.” He leaned down, placing
his hands on either side of Jotaro’s head. “You like it rough anyways, don’t
you?”
Jotaro clamped down on him and his legs wrapped encouragingly around his waist.
“Shut up and fuck me, then.” His voice sounded tight, as if on the verge of
breaking.
Noriaki wasn’t one to deny such an earnest request. He slammed his hips into
the boy with enough fervor to scoot them both on the floor. He quickly
readjusted his knees for better purchase as he continued the near-assault, his
eyes unfocused as he watched Jotaro jolt with every wild thrust. Jotaro’s mouth
was slack, allowing every wheezing gasp and moan to fall uninhibited from him.
Their movements against each other could be described only as bestial, their
skin growing damp with their desperate clamber for release.
The sounds that ripped from Noriaki’s throat were as crude and frantic as his
thrusting, growing in intensity as the tension in his abdomen mounted to a near
blazing heat.
He nearly collapsed on top of Jotaro as he brought one of his jerky arms
between them to jack the boy off in uneven and hurried movements.
Jotaro came first, his scratchy voice wavering in a low wail as thick stripes
of semen spurted across his glistening, heaving chest. He tightened almost
painfully around Noriaki’s cock and brought the man to his own climax, making
his hips stutter into an impossibly fast rhythm before he thrust firmly once,
twice, before stilling.
They both panted tiredly, their eyes closed as they lounged in the last sparks
of their pleasure. Noriaki wearily let his fingers dance along the mess on
Jotaro’s stomach as he caught his breath, licking it clean while he leaned back
on his legs.
“You okay?”
Jotaro was back to his normal stoicness, offering nothing but a fatigued grunt
in response. That in itself told Noriaki that the kid was just fine.
He sighed contentedly and looked around, the sound of the cicadas outside
finally reaching his ears. Jotaro had a nice little setup here, good for lazy
afternoons. He rubbed his stomach absently before smiling down at his lover.
“I wonder what your mom’s making for dinner.”
“Don’t talk about my mom right after fucking me.”
Noriaki huffed out a laugh. “You’re so ridiculous Jotaro.” He ran a hand over
Jotaro’s thigh. “I never took you for the jealous type.”
Jotaro shrugged and rolled over on his side, giving Noriaki the lovely view of
thick cum leaking and smearing between his ass cheeks. “Keep it down. I’m
taking a nap.”
Noriaki rolled his eyes at the boy with a smile.   
Chapter End Notes
     need me a teacher like that tbh
     Hit me up on twitter! @DastardlyDaisy
End Notes
     Nyoho this is the kinda content I thrive on... shoutout to
     @noriakikujo on twitter for commissioning me for this!
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