Work Text:
Jotaro Kujo is in a bad mood. It’s not like this is a rarity, but some days the trauma of Egypt creeps up on him and all he wants to do is stay home and be alone. He probably should have stayed home today, but he promised his mother that he would make more of an effort to go to school every day, and after fighting Stand Users for 50 days to save her life, he thinks it’s the least he can do for her.
But today is rough. Nightmares had kept him awake the previous night, making his already low tolerance for people basically nonexistent. His eyes are bleary with exhaustion, his body aches, and he can practically feel his irritation bubbling up beneath his skin. It’s hard not to be grumpy when every fucking morning his day starts with an entourage of schoolgirls assaulting him with their shrill voices and unwanted touches. It’s hard to pay attention in class when all he can think about is fighting for his life against a megalomaniacal vampire who sucked the life out of his grandfather and tried to flatten him under a steamroller. It’s hard not to snap at the clueless classmates that gawk at him when he’s blankly reliving some traumatic event, because really it’s not their fault they have no idea what he went through, what he sacrificed, how he still can’t even hold a simple kitchen knife without trembling. All he can do is bottle up his emotions and go through the day like he always does, basically radiating tension as he sits in the back of the classroom. Thankfully, between his festering bad mood and delinquent reputation, the other students seem to get the picture and leave him alone.
Noriaki Kakyoin does not.
It starts with a tentacle slithering up his leg, the sensation cold and ghostly as it curls around him, trailing higher and higher towards his thighs. Jotaro raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to the front row where his partner’s bright white hair sticks out. They don’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary, so why is Hierophant Green touching him? Is this Noriaki’s way of discreetly warning him of a Stand User nearby?
Then the tentacle moves higher, delicately caressing the crease of his thigh. He shivers at the contact.
This is no warning. His face sets in a scowl as the tendril grows and presses firmly against the seam of his boxers, the rough ridges of it grinding against him. He clenches his teeth and struggles not to break the pen he’s been taking notes with, his heart pounding hard with adrenaline. He’s absolutely furious. He usually likes it when Noriaki takes control, but that’s when they’re alone and Jotaro can indulge himself without any shame. What Noriaki is doing here is dangerous.
Another tendril wraps around his thigh and pulls, forcing him to open his legs beneath the desk. The sound of his shoes dragging against the floor feels deafening in the silence of the classroom and a handful of his classmates immediately turn their curious gazes onto him. The tentacle at his boxers doesn’t cease in its movement, he has to clench his jaw and hope that the tendril curling around in his pants isn’t visible through the dark fabric. He fights the heat of embarrassment creeping onto his face by affixing the room a glare worthy of DIO rather than some nosy teenagers, and the other students quickly turn back to the blackboard, acting as if they had never looked back at him to begin with. Jotaro breathes a sigh of relief.
With the attention of the classroom gone, Hierophant’s tendril snakes its way beneath the waistband of Jotaro’s boxers, the cool texture against his hot skin making him shiver. The tendril at his thigh squeezes hard and he has to bite back a groan as the other tentacle picks up its slick pace against his bared skin. The tendril between his legs oozes some kind of liquid, lubricating its touch as it drags a slow up-and-down rhythm against him, and the sudden sensation causes a trickle of his own wetness to join whatever the tentacle is oozing. A third tentacle creeps in from below, curling pressure at his entrance but not penetrating, and he scowls. He can’t believe Noriaki is actually trying to tentacle-fuck him in class.
He’s about to have Star Platinum float up to them to demand an explanation when Hierophant Green’s upper body materializes and grabs his pen, writing in Noriaki’s neat handwriting in the margins of his notes.
Tell me if you don’t want this and I’ll stop right now.
Jotaro considers it- they’re in class for fuck’s sake- but the tentacle toying with his entrance is driving him crazy. Would it really be so bad to indulge in this? It’s not like he’s really paying attention anyway and he has enough self-control that he can probably get away with it. A distraction like this could be good for him to get his mind off of the distressing thoughts buzzing around his head. With a shaky hand, Jotaro picks up his pen and replies.
Fuck school. I want it.
Hierophant curls its arms around him, resting its chin against his shoulder, and Jotaro bites his lip to muffle himself as the tentacle breaches him. It fills him easily, and though the tentacles are alien and cold, not nearly as satisfying as the hot thickness of Noriaki’s cock, their abnormal texture has him biting his bottom lip so hard he thinks he might break the skin. He refuses to let any noise free even though the swirl of Hierophant’s tentacles is making him subtly thrust down into his seat, is making him spread his legs a little wider where he sits to give Hierophant more access. Hierophant rubs its face in the crook of his neck and tightens its arms around his waist as the tentacle inside of him suddenly swells up. It’s thick- much thicker than he had been expecting. He chokes back a gasp as it pumps in and out discreetly, the wet noise thankfully muffled by the layers of clothing and the teacher’s droning voice. Hierophant settles its weird melon-shaped head beneath his chin, craving closeness to the person its user loves so much, and Jotaro huffs a breath and opens his legs wider to give the tentacle more room. The sensation is incredible, and as angry as he is, he can’t help but be terribly aroused by the danger of being taken like this in public. Between the tentacles rubbing slick pleasure between his legs and the one fucking him open, he knows he’s about to come, he can feel the heat pooling low in his gut, his muscles tightening, ready for release-
Release never comes. Hierophant fades away. He swears he can see a smirk on Noriaki’s face even with them so far away.
Jotaro silently stands up and leaves the room without a word. If Noriaki is going to be a fucking tease, he’ll just go jerk off in the restroom himself. He knows he could always have Star discreetly finger him, but he still feels uncomfortable using his Stand for anything other than combat.
As anticipated, the teacher pauses the instruction to scold him as he walks out the door. “Kujo! Where do you think you’re going?”
“Nurse’s office. I don’t feel well.” It’s not totally a lie, but it’s certainly not a problem he’d want a nurse to take care of. As expected, the teacher just rolls his eyes and returns to the lesson, but before he can leave the room, Noriaki stands up.
“I’ll escort him to the nurse’s office to ensure he’s not skipping.” They say in that stuffy honor student voice that Jotaro hates so much. It’s unreasonable to hate it. He can’t blame them for having a school persona, his own delinquent image is just as much of a lie, but sucking up to authority is so out of character for them, even if their intentions are the farthest thing from genuine.
“Fine. Just be quick.” The teacher dismisses, turning back to the blackboard.
Noriaki gives the instructor a tight smile and meets Jotaro at the door. He can tell with one glance what their intentions are.
“You plan on finishing what you started or are you a coward?” Jotaro spits once they’re in the hallway.
“I’m no coward. I’m not the one who was too frustrated to wait.” Noriaki smiles, their eyes glinting with mischief. Jotaro simultaneously wants to punch them and kiss them until he can’t breathe.
They step into the nearest men’s room. No one is inside, so Hierophant seals the door shut with its tentacles to ensure no one bothers them.
“How do you want to do this, Jojo? You were so eager to finish after all.” Noriaki teases, stepping into Jotaro’s space.
“I need your dick in me. Just get on with it.” He feels their absence painfully.
They smile and gesture to a stall, inviting him to step inside. Jotaro grits his teeth and drags them in, locking the door and slamming them against the cheap plastic. The stall vibrates around them, the clicking of the lock reverberating through the tiled room.
“Careful Jojo, we’ll get caught if you’re too loud.”
Jotaro ignores them. “Take responsibility for this, you bastard.”
“Only if you want it, Jotaro. If you want it, you’ll have to beg for it.”
Jotaro is not in the mood to beg. “Noriaki, I’ve been teased enough. Just get on with it, we don’t have much time.”
Noriaki clicks their tongue, clearly disappointed. Jotaro can’t sympathize. “Then get on your knees. If you won’t beg, I need another way to get hard so I can give you what you want.”
Jotaro grits his teeth and kneels down, knees pressing hard against the cool tile floor. God, he just wants to be fucked, why is Noriaki doing this to him? His boxers are so uncomfortably wet between his legs, his thighs itch.
Noriaki unzips their dress pants and flashes a lazy smile down at him. Jotaro scowls. His partner is a fucking liar, they’re more than aroused from how flushed and hard their cock is in front of his face, but he’d rather just suck them off than beg for them to fuck him. It’s not like he hates giving head. He scoffs and refuses to make eye contact with Noriaki as he takes their cock into his mouth. The precome leaking from the head is bitter, slightly salty. He licks around the tip, sucking softly, then licking gently at the sensitive underside where the head meets the shaft. Noriaki shudders and grips the back of his head gently, stroking his soft curls almost reverently. Noriaki’s fingers rubbing his scalp are soothing, he finds himself relaxing into their touch and pressing his thighs together with arousal. He moves to take them in deeper when the bill of his hat bumps into their stomach, knocking it askew.
”This is why you shouldn’t wear your hat during sex, Jojo.” Noriaki laughs, plucking the hat from Jotaro’s head to place it on their own. Jotaro is about to protest when Noriaki shoves their cock deeper down his throat, choking off his response. His eyes burn with the effort of swallowing them down, it’s hard to breathe. His only comfort is Noriaki’s hands curling into his hair, encouraging his movement but not forcing him any deeper. “You’re so handsome, Jotaro. You take my cock so well.” Noriaki coos, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.
Jotaro makes the mistake of looking up at their face. Their eyes are dark with arousal, their hair mussed underneath Jotaro’s hat perched on their head, wide mouth turned in a fond smile. They’re absolutely stunning- just the sight of them makes heat pool low in his gut and encourages him to take them in deeper, affection burning hot in his chest. He swallows them down the best he can, hollowing his cheeks and titling his head so their cock brushes the back of his throat. He breathes them in once he’s taken them in completely, his nose buried in the soft curls of hair at the base of their cock. Noriaki sighs, thrusting as gently as they can stand, and Jotaro takes them, saliva pooling around his lips with the effort of keeping his jaw slack.
“Ah- Jojo, off. That’s enough.” They say, pulling hard on his hair to get him off. With a hand cradling the back of his head, Noriaki kneels down to his level and kisses him gently. “I love you. Sorry for teasing so much.”
“Don’t apologize, just get on with it.” Jotaro demands, voice slightly hoarse.
Noriaki’s smile is so fond; it makes Jotaro’s heart skip a beat. Stupid Noriaki, always making him feel so much. It gives him whiplash how quickly they go from being teasing and dominant to emotionally vulnerable and endearing.
Jotaro stands and turns his back to Noriaki, facing the door. He unbuckles his belts and watches them carefully behind him as they pull a condom from their back pocket. They pull his pants down the rest of the way and urge his legs apart to settle in between them, pressing their head against his entrance. Noriaki grips his hips hard and pushes inside him and he can’t help the drawn out moan that escapes his mouth from the feeling of finally being full. He curls his fingers into a fist and arches his back, pressing his ass back into their hips. He wants this so bad, he’s so wet that Noriaki’s cock fills him easily. He feels Noriaki settle against his back, sheathing themselves fully, their breath hitching in their throat. Their fingers at his hip stroke him gently, the sensation almost ticklish.
“Jotaro, you feel so good.” They sigh into his neck. They’re awkwardly folding the collar of his jacket down by settling there, but he can’t find it in him to really care.
“Shut up.” Jotaro groans, more out of instinct than as an actual reply. Noriaki kisses his sweat-damp cheek.
Jotaro is already opened up from Hierophant’s tentacles inside him, so Noriaki wastes no time. Their cock brushes deep inside him; with every roll of their hips Jotaro feels a spike of pleasure. He wants more, spreads his legs wider, raises his ass higher, anything to keep that sensation going. The sound is vulgar: wet skin on skin, the rhythmic clack of his jacket chain hitting the door, soft cursing from his dark, bitten lips. He’s so far gone he doesn’t even care if someone manages to find them like this. Noriaki digs their fingers into his hips, thrusts hard, and the way their cock angles into his body makes Jotaro jolt with pleasure, a sigh escaping his mouth.
“Fuck- Noriaki.” He huffs, pressing his burning forehead against the cool stall door.
“I’ve got you, Jojo. Almost there.” Noriaki soothes, kissing the shell of his ear as they continue their vicious pace. Jotaro can’t focus on anything: he hears Noriaki’s moans; the sound of their shared pleasure filling the bathroom; feels the sensation of Noriaki’s thick head fucking him open and the searing embarrassment of having them take him in a public restroom. It’s all too much, he can’t take much more-
His vision goes white, his whole body shuddering as he feels heat blossom throughout him, pulsing as Noriaki thrusts inside him. They haven’t come yet, he’s sure, but he can’t even register that, all he cares about is the pleasure overtaking him, his body shivering and jolting as the pleasure spikes and fades with each roll of Noriaki’s hips. He loses himself to the sensation, he’s only brought back into himself once Noriaki bites his neck and they’re coming, their pace erratic as he feels them spill warm inside the condom.
The room falls silent. Jotaro breathes heavy against the door and finally lets his fingers ease from the fists he’s had them in for so long.
He’s sweaty, he’s sure they both smell aggressively like sex. He has no idea how long it’s been since they left the classroom, but no one has bothered to try and enter the restroom. How the fuck are they going to go back to class? With wobbly legs he tries to stand upright, but his legs give out and he falls into Noriaki’s waiting arms. He’s sore, his knees buckling from the awkward angle he kept his legs in, but his pride won’t let a good fucking stop him.
“Do you feel any better?” Noriaki asks as they help him get to his feet.
“I’m sore.” Jotaro says bluntly.
“That’s not what I mean. You seemed so tense and anxious in class. I know that sex won’t actually fix anything, but I figured you needed a distraction to help you feel a little better.” Their voice is soft and just a little nervous.
Some fucking distraction. But as ridiculous as Noriaki’s logic is, he does feel better. His body feels lighter, less tight and on edge. It pains him to admit it, but their reckless stunt did help. They really do know how to comfort him best.
“... Yeah. It helped. You’re fucking crazy, but it did help.” Noriaki’s face breaks into a grin so wide it nearly cuts their face in two and he’s terribly embarrassed at how his heart leaps at the sight. They reach for his hand and he takes it, squeezing gently.
“You wanna ditch? I’m not really feeling up for school today.” Noriaki asks.
“And I thought you were the honor student.” Jotaro teases.
“I am, which is why I’m confident I can skip class and still excel. Let’s go home. We can go to my place. My parents are on a business trip, so they won’t be back for a few days.” Noriaki offers.
“You still horny after all that?”
“That’s not the reason I want to go. I just want to spend time with you. And your mother is wonderful, but my house will be quiet, so you won’t have to worry about Holly overwhelming you.” Noriaki’s voice is soft with sincerity as they brush his hair from his face and Jotaro’s chest goes tight with affection. He’s so grateful to have them in his life, to have someone who understands him and cares for him so deeply without tipping into the territory of smothering him. He hadn’t even spoken to Noriaki today and yet his partner not only sensed that he was upset, but decided to comfort him without regard to anyone else around them. They’re an unorthodox couple, and Jotaro knows how ornery and difficult he can be, but he truly loves Noriaki and he knows that despite how horrible his fight with DIO was, he would kill DIO a thousand times over to keep his Noriaki safe. He almost voices the sentiment, but it feels too sappy, and from the way Noriaki is looking at him, he’s certain they already know how he feels.
Jotaro huffs a laugh, feeling warm and light, and snatches his hat from Noriaki to place it back onto his own head. “Sounds good to me.”
“Let’s go home, Jojo.” Noriaki flashes him a bright smile and leads them to the window of the restroom. With a quick nod, they jump, and Hierophant’s tentacles lower them safely to the ground. They share companionable silence the entire walk to Noriaki’s home and Jotaro has all but forgotten he was ever in a bad mood at all.