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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:
      JosuHan, Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Kishibe_Rohan
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, sin_-_Freeform, Underage_-_Freeform, fucking_in_public, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-09 Words: 1688
****** Sit On My D*ck ******
by apples4ryuk
Summary
     Rohan has other plans for their bus ride today.
     COMPLETELY SELF INDULGENT FIC
     JOSUHAN
     NSFW, UNDERAGE, FUCKING IN PUBLIC ON A BUS
     ENJOY LOL
Notes
     i tol dyou i'd do it tho
     it's not a very good fic but i just wanted to writ eit lmao
“What’s wrong? Sit down.”
 Rohan’s word was command. Josuke knew what Rohan really wanted, but could he
trust that none of the other passengers would notice? Would Rohan have really
gone through the trouble to write in all of their books that they would pay him
no mind? He gulped, facing his back to Rohan. Hardworking artist’s fingers
pulled down a cleverly sewn in zipper on the back of Josuke’s pants.
“My, my, Josuke,” Rohan purred. “Going commando on a school day? You’re a
naughty boy…”
 Cold sweat dripped down the side of Josuke’s face. He glanced around, but no
one seemed to notice them: an older woman read her book closer to the front of
the bus, holding onto one of the poles, and a couple was sitting in the two
seats one up and across from them.
 He gasped quietly as Rohan pulled him down into his lap. His thighs widened so
that Josuke settled neatly between them, and he shivered as Rohan rubbed his
bare, hard length between his ass cheeks.
 “So soft and plump,” he heard, whispers in his ear from witty lips and a warm
tongue that grazed along his lobe. “I can’t wait to be in you.”
 Josuke bit his lip to keep from whimpering. How had he been so easily seduced
by that shithead manga artist, anyway? Blurred memories surfaced of Rohan
surprising him with a visit at home, then scolding him in his own house while
his mother was there—granted, Rohan was kind enough to do so in Josuke’s
room—and something from that led to them making out and frotting on his bed.
Rohan indulged him in his most secret desires, and Josuke faintly recalled that
he mighthave cum from Rohan’s dirty talk alone.
 But he ignored the look imprinted on his mind of Rohan’s satisfied smirk, and
a promise that soon, soon, as Tomoko called them down for dinner, Josuke would
partake in one of his little fantasies.
 Josuke didn’t imagine it would happen so soon, though. In fact, Rohan still
seemed angry about Josuke’s cheating when he boarded the bus that afternoon.
 Rohan’s eyes gave him away, though. The bright green in them had dimmed to a
sinister emerald, and the bulge in his white pants was outlined (and then
released) quite shamelessly.
 Josuke was removed from his thoughts when Rohan stuck a finger up his ass. He
hissed, glancing back angrily. He could only hear a quiet chuckle, feeling more
of the moistened finger slip in and out of his asshole. Josuke blushed and
faced forward, momentarily forgetting where they were; yet luckily still, no
one had noticed their lewd activity.
 Rohan didn’t give him much time to adjust before sticking in a second finger,
then a third. Josuke was whimpering now, tears running down the corner of his
eyes as his wrinkled forehead stuck to the fabric of the seat in front of them.
 “Mm, Josuke, you’re so tight,” Rohan breathed in his ear. “I’m getting
impatient… You’re going to be so hot and snug around my cock.”
 “Oh!”
 Josuke covered his mouth, eyes wide, glancing around again. The bus stopped;
he was a panting red mess, but only one passenger exited and the others
remained distracted by their newspapers or walkmans. No one paid them any
attention.
 “Do you like it?” Rohan asked. He kissed gently behind Josuke’s ear, then
lower, sucking on the back of his neck ‘til it turned purple. “Do you like when
I talk dirty to you, and tell you what I’m going to do?”
 Josuke nodded—but he had to cover his mouth again lest a yelp disturb the
other passengers, for Rohan had sunk his teeth deep into the muscle of Josuke’s
tender neck. Rohan soothingly lapped at it afterward, suckling it a little,
topping it off with a soft kiss.
 “That’s not an answer, Josuke,” Rohan said. “Do you like when I talk dirty to
you?”                                                                  
“Y-yes,” he whispered.
 He hadn’t noticed how easy it was for Rohan’s wet fingers to slip in and out
of him now. His body took a mind of its own and rolled his hips, just slightly,
making Rohan pant with half-lidded eyes. Josuke choked back another moan as
Rohan’s free hand palmed his growing erection.
 “You like this, don’t you, Josuke?” he asked again. “You like doing it in
public, you worthless piece of filth.” Josuke clenched his ass around Rohan’s
fingers, whining as they pulled swiftly out of him. Something bigger replaced
Rohan’s fingers at his entrance.
 “You like the idea of being caught, don’t you?” he whispered. Josuke’s eyes
snapped back open and he looked around frantically. All eyes were on him—no,
they weren’t, but then why did it feel like it? A cough from the man behind
them reading a newspaper, and the woman reading her book suddenly cleared her
throat. Hushed whispers could be heard from the couple just in front of them,
and Josuke swore they glanced back at him before getting off the bus at the
next stop.
 “Don’t you?” Rohan asked again. Josuke’s body trembled and he leaned his
forehead again on the seat in front of them, nodding, hissing as Rohan pushed
deeper into him.
 “Mmm, Josuke,” Rohan moaned. His voice had gotten louder. Josuke cautiously
looked up again, but he no longer felt eyes on him. “You feel so tight around
my cock… Yeah, I fill you up good. Does my cock fill you up enough, Josuke?”
 Josuke nodded profusely, curling his toes in his expensive shoes to stop
himself from pushing back against Rohan’s cock. Right now—unfortunately—Rohan
was in charge, Rohan called the shots, and Josuke just wanted to be fucked. He
didn’t want to play any of Rohan’s damn games.
 Josuke moaned quietly at the thought of getting caught, though, not daring to
voice his excitement aloud.
 “Sit on my dick, Josuke,” Rohan commanded.
 Josuke flushed down his neck but obeyed, pressing down slowly on Rohan’s cock.
He gasped, stifling a painfully pleasurable groan as he sat on Rohan’s cock as
requested. His body was full and overheated from the stimulation up his ass,
from the quick fingertips reaching beneath his school coat and shirt and
fingering his nipples. Josuke’s chest was his most sensitive area which Rohan
had already discovered, and he whined like a needy puppy in heat as Rohan
twisted and pressed on his nipple. His hips started to roll forward, at first
slow because it hurt, but soon the burning pain became exciting friction.
Josuke bounced a little on Rohan’s cock, listening to the gentle slapping
noises between them. Rohan was quiet, but Josuke took this as a good sign, that
he was riding Rohan good enough to shut him up.
 The hand on his nipple left to Josuke’s dismay, moving instead to grab his
hips roughly. He didn’t think a delicate artist such as Rohan could have such
strong hands, but his back arched as those wonderful fingers dug grooves in his
hips, and Josuke loved it.
 “Yeah,” Rohan grunted, “Look at how well your plump ass takes my cock. Ooh…
Josuke… Fuck—yeah, ride me harder, you little slut.”
 Josuke moaned, gripping onto the seat in front of them and using his tippy-
toes to bounce up and down faster. Rohan’s thighs tightened, his cock hard and
pulsing inside of Josuke. The teenaged boy knew he wouldn’t be able to last
much longer; with blurred vision he thought he even saw a passenger or two hide
behind their books with blushing cheeks and shaming thoughts. Josuke didn’t
care anymore whether they saw or not.
 “Such a good little slut…”
 Josuke whimpered and lowered his head, his bulge rubbing uncomfortably against
his pants, but there was soon relief as Rohan snuck his hand down to stroke
him. Josuke cried out, mumbling, “Rohan, ahh… yeah… you fucking asshole…
ooh—there! There!”
 Josuke threw his head back, his round ass bouncing unevenly on Rohan. The
manga artist took control then and thrusted upward, both of them deafened by
the slapping of skin, of cock in ass until Josuke clenched down on Rohan and
came. Rohan caught it all in his palm, slicking Josuke’s cock fully in his own
semen. Josuke’s muscles constricted around Rohan’s length, and he rolled his
hips a little to ride out his orgasm; but Rohan loved this the most, Josuke’s
sexy hips and fat ass, and it made him cum right as his cock slipped completely
out of Josuke.
 He watched with piqued interest as his white cum splashed all over Josuke’s
smooth, round bottom, licking his lips. Rohan hummed appreciatively, making
notes in his mind and taking a mental picture to sketch out later.
 And another thought came to his mind—how delicious Josuke might look on his
hands and knees in front of him.
 Josuke felt embarrassment immediately and moreso, than Rohan, however. He
removed himself from Rohan’s lap, absolutely beet red in the face, zipping up
the backside of his pants and taking the empty seat in front of Rohan.
 Rohan chuckled behind him, he could hear it; that, and the zipper of Rohan’s
pants pulling up, the jingle of some keys or writing utensils. He heard another
hum and looked back to find Rohan licking Josuke’s remaining cum off his
fingers. He shivered, his mouth agape. Rohan knew exactly what he was doing to
him.
 “Josuke,” he said sweetly, smiling. It was no ordinary smile, no; it was a
Rohan smile, one that said come hither but beware. “Come over tonight,” he
said, “And I’ll help with your, ehm… homework.”
 Josuke could only quickly nod back before facing forward, his eyes focused
straight ahead. Rohan’s stop was next, and he watched the manga artist sway his
hips as he exited, not even bothering to turn around and make eye contact.
Josuke found it rude, but even worse were the eyes that came afterward.
 Everyone on the bus was staring at him in either shock or disgust, and it was
then that he knew: Rohan Kishibe didn’t write in their books at all.
 “…D-Damn you Rohan!!”
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