DaisukiJosuke

Josuke tosses another outfit on the “to buy” pile as he strips for the twentieth time. He’s in the department store dressing room, his nephew/boyfriend/sugar daddy sitting patiently in the plush armchair outside. It had been Jotaro’s suggestion to go to S City this weekend for a shopping trip and Josuke wasn’t going to say no.

He’d been trying on outfits all afternoon, mostly sexy short shorts that hugged his thighs and crop tops that showed off his toned abs. Josuke had no problem prancing around in front of the mirror in the central area of the dressing rooms where Jotaro was seated, making note of every nod and hum, every one-worded compliment.

Josuke’s pile is full of those outfits, the ones Jotaro had liked. He loves his fashion, but the most important thing is whether or not Jotaro likes it. He’s the only one Josuke wants to please.

As he tosses the last outfit on the pile Josuke spots the one thing he had grabbed when Jotaro’s back was turned. It’s a lingerie set, black striped silk stockings with matching black panties. In his mind it had been for a joke, just to see Jotaro’s reaction.

But now, as he slides the smooth silk up his leg, he is enjoying it more than he should. The elastic is a bit tight, digging into his meaty thigh despite having grabbed the largest size. And it feels…good.

The matching panties barely cover his plump ass, leaving little to the imagination. The outline of his cock is prominent through the semi-opaque fabric, showing the beginnings of his arousal. He’s amazed at how good this feels. He could get used to this. It makes him feel sexy in a way he’s never felt before.

What would Jotaro think? Would he compliment him like he had with some of the outfits? Just a small nod or word of praise? Or would he hate it? Would he be angry? This wasn’t something that had come up in their relationship yet and he was very unsure of what to expect.

Well, there is only one way to find out. Josuke can feel his cheeks heat up as he pulls back the curtain just enough to peek out. He’s definitely not going to prance around out in the open like he’s been doing.

“Jotaro-san! Can you come here?” Josuke rubs at the back of his head, his cheeks burning even more under that heavy gaze. “I’m a little self conscious to come out in this one.”

Jotaro raises an eyebrow, wondering silently what kind of get-up Josuke was trying on to make him so self conscious. It couldn’t be any worse than the parade of short shorts barely covering the boy’s ass.

Jotaro gets up, his interest piqued, and pulls aside the curtain just enough to get inside. He freezes, the sight before him enough to make his jaw drop.

Josuke curls his body into itself, trying to shield himself from the half-open curtain. “Ack! Jotaro-san!”

Jotaro steps forward, letting the curtain swing closed. He advances only a step or two, suddenly crowding Josuke against the wall. His hands shoot out, gripping the boy by the hips and squeezing the flesh.

“Ah-AH!” Josuke squeals, the abrupt touch unexpected. “Jotaro-san! Someone will hear!”

Jotaro drops to his knees in front of the boy, grabbing his stocking-covered legs. He drags his tongue up the striped silk, making eye contact with his squealing uncle the entire time.

“They won’t hear if you keep quiet.”

Jotaro blows against the wet silk, making Josuke shiver, before running his hands up the back of the boy’s legs. Josuke slaps his hand over his mouth, only succeeding in muffling most of his exclamations. Jotaro kisses at the swell of Josuke’s thigh, just above the elastic, as his other hand trails up higher, fingers sneaking under the panties to grab at his bare ass.

Josuke lets out another muffled squeal as Jotaro sinks his teeth lightly into his thigh. This was so unexpected. He never would have imagined Jotaro going this crazy over some lingerie.

The finger running up the cleft of his ass made him drop his hand, letting out a yelp of surprise. Jotaro huffs against Josuke’s thigh, withdrawing his hand and leaving a few lingering kisses.

“Yare, yare. There’s no way you can be quiet enough to do this here.” Jotaro reluctantly stands, backing toward the curtain as he adjusts his cock, now fully hard against his thigh. Thank god for his long coat. He’s needed it more and more often these days.

The sight of Josuke panting against the wall, his cock flushed and hard, dripping precum down the front of his panties gives Jotaro an idea.

“Hurry up and get dressed.” Josuke moves to pull down his left stocking and Jotaro tuts. “No Josuke. You will put your clothes on over the lingerie.” Josuke gasps as Jotaro moves close again, whispering against his neck, “You’re not allowed to take them off until I’ve cum inside you.”

Bad Boy

“Ow Mom!! Let go!”

Tomoko paid no mind to the cries as she hauled her son by the ear into the living room. He’d spoken back to her when she asked him nicely to take out the trash and she had seen red. Usually she would have just yelled and beat him with the nearest spatula until he complied, but this time was different. Maybe it was all the stress she’d had recently from work, along with the stress and grief of losing her father, but this time something inside just snapped. She’d grabbed her mouthy son by the ear and dragged him along as if he was a small child, not a 185 cm teenager that was too big for his age, thanks to his father’s genes.

Josuke whined as she pulled, only making her more furious. She reached the couch, breath coming in shallow puffs through her teeth. “I’m sick of you talking back to me Josuke and I’m gonna teach you a lesson. I’m gonna beat that smart mouth right out of you.”

Tomoko plopped down into the couch, pulling the boy down with her. She yanked his ear and he went sprawling, face down, across her lap.

“Mom, wait! I said I was sorry!”

The panicked teen in her lap struggled, making her angrier by the minute. “Stop squirming and hold still! You should have thought about this before you opened your mouth.”

Josuke stilled and Tomoko raised her hand, bringing it down with as much force as she could muster onto his ass. The result was a dull, unsatisfying thud and a small oof from Josuke. She brought her hand down again and again, the same dull thud resounded every time. It just wouldn’t do. That thud was so disappointing and only served to make her angrier still.

“Undo your pants. Now.” Tomoko hissed through her clenched teeth and Josuke obeyed without question. He had never seen her this mad before and he didn’t want to push her any further.

She pulled down his pants around his knees revealing purple Moschino briefs, but she didn’t stop there. Tomoko wanted that skin on skin contact. She tugged on the band of his underwear, sliding them over her son’s wide hips and revealing his bare ass.

Wasting no time, she raised her hand and came down hard with a satisfying SMACK that echoed through the living room. It sent a thrill down her spine. It made her feel empowered, like she was finally in charge of something again. She hit him again and again, her flare of anger drowning out Josuke’s pained cries.

Around the fifth smack his yelp cut through her anger like a knife to her heart. Tomoko stopped, beginning to come to her senses as her rage started to wane. She smoothed her hand over her son’s ass, watching the red handprints blooming there and feeling the softness of the skin. Maybe she’d gotten a little carried away. His ass was so round and plump, so soft and jiggly. It reminded her of Joseph’s ass, the way it curved just so. Only Josuke’s ass was much bigger and rounder.

Tomoko kneaded at Josuke’s supple cheeks, listening to his breathing even out from the sniffling cries before. She paused now and then to give him a sharp slap, not nearly as hard as before. His breath hitched, but he didn’t cry out.

Grabbing both cheeks in her hands she gave them a good jiggle, watching the motion ripple across the flesh. Tomoko spread one cheek apart revealing her son’s hole, all pink and puckered. She swiped a finger over it, humming as it twitched. Josuke moaned out a shuddered breath. She felt something big pulse hard and hot against her thigh and it stirs the deep ache in her pussy. She hasn’t had much physical intimacy since she’d been with Joseph…would it really be so bad to have Josuke? He was already hard and she was getting so wet…

Tomoko slicked up her finger with spit and returned it to her son’s pretty hole, rubbing gentle circles around the outside. Every twitch and moan made her ache deeper. She could feel her own slick seeping from between her pussy lips, dampening her underwear.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she cooed at him. “Mommy got a little carried away.”

Tomoko added more spit, slowly sinking her finger into Josuke’s hole. All the boy could do was moan louder, his ass raising up to meet her as she penetrated him. She felt a twinge of guilt for spanking him so hard. The least she could do was make him feel good.

“You like that, baby?”

“S’good. So good.” Josuke panted, his ass moving up and down on her finger as he humped himself on her leg. Precum soaked through her slacks as Tomoko pressed a second finger inside.

Josuke moaned in her lap as his orgasm washed over him, his ass clenching hard around her fingers. Tomoko rubbed circles against his ass as he came, still trying to soothe the redness she had caused. Her pussy was sopping wet, craving to be filled. Surely Josuke could get it up again in no time

“Does your ass still sting, baby?”

Josuke nodded his head, too out of breath to voice an answer.

“Come with mommy. I’ll make you feel all better.”

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Slut

“Hold them tighter, fucking slut. You live for this, don’t you?”

Hazamada moans wantonly as his hips piston forward. This is the best thing he’s felt all day. He looks down at his cock as it disappears between the two mounds of flesh below him. The sight is enough to make him moan louder, his hips speeding up and becoming more erratic with each thrust. He’s so close.

Before long he’ll be covering that smug face staring up at him with his cum, marking the slut like he’s always wanted to do. Sure, it isn’t technically the real thing, but Surface makes the perfect copy.

All day he’s had to endure having classes with that stupid shithead Josuke. He was insufferable. That fucking smile, his stupid, perfect hair, those disgusting tits about ready to pop out of his gakuran…it all made Hazamada so fucking mad. And hard.

Still, his day hadn’t been too terrible, until PE class. They were jogging that day. Everything was fine until that idiot Higashikata had come out of the locker room. He’d forgotten his uniform and had borrowed one…from Koichi of all people. The shorts were too short, barely covering his plump ass, and the shirt was skin tight, exposing a couple inches of his stomach. It was indecent.

He had cursed under his breath, adjusting his semi-hard dick, after Josuke came bounding out of the locker room, all exposed. Had he no idea how slutty he looked? Over half the class was staring at him, mouths agape, but he just went prancing right over to his idiot friend Okuyasu without a care in the world.

He had thought he could make it through the class just fine, as long as he didn’t have to look at the slut, but then the jogging had started. And when Josuke started running his tits fucking jiggled.

Hazamda couldn’t take it. He tried running slower, but the faster boy just kept lapping him, always running so close when he came up behind him. He was close enough to see every bounce and jiggle of those plump tits. Hell, he was close enough he could even see the slut’s nipples, hard and erect, poking through the tight t-shirt. Who the fuck gets hard nipples when they’re running?

About the third lap Hazamada was so hard he couldn’t run any more. He had feigned a stomach cramp, doubling over and making his way back to the locker room, mad and horny, where he’d jacked off in the bathroom to the thought of fucking those tits.

Thankfully the rest of the afternoon was spent in a different classroom than Josuke, but that didn’t help his rage. That damned slut with his jiggling tits ran through his mind all afternoon. By the time he’d gotten home he was furious, immediately calling for Surface. He’d been so horny he hadn’t even cared how much his stand would make fun of him for his request.

And now, here he is, actually feeling the way those soft and jiggly tits form perfectly around his cock. His hips work faster, the heat building in his core, as his hair hangs limp and sweaty around his face. Surface smirks up at him, thankfully keeping silent as he presses his tits together.

“C’mon slut, say it.”

Surface grins, flashing Josuke’s million dollar smile.

“I belong to you Toshikazu!”

That’s all it takes for Hazamada to explode. “Oooh fuuuuck! IfuckingloveyouJosuke!”

Cum spatters Surface’s face and he licks his lips, tasting the saltiness. It’s just what his user likes to see, and when it comes to sex, Surface is more than happy to oblige. Every time Hazamada has him touch Josuke he feels just a little bit sluttier. He’d never admit it, at least not yet, but he loves the feel of this body, especially these massive, squishy tits.

Hazamada slumps over, chest heaving as he catches his breath. He braces himself on those perfect tits and he automatically gives them a squeeze, dragging a soft moan from Surface.

“So, you love me, huh?”

“W-WHAT?!” Hazamada sputters as face turns a deep shade of red.

“Well, you said you loved Josuke…so that means you love me, right?”

The pouty lips and sad eyes staring up at him make him growl in frustration through his clenched teeth. Why does he look so damn cute when he pouts?

Surface grabs his tits again, shoving them together and making them jiggle. “If you say you love me i’ll let you fuck them again.”

“FINE!” Why did he get stuck with such an infuriating stand, always teasing, making his blood boil. Of course he loved his stand - it was a part of him after all- but he didn’t want to SAY it.

“iloveyou.” Haza mutters quickly, barely audible. “Hope you’re happy, you fucking slut!”

The smile on Surface’s face as the hot, hard cock slides between his tits is all the answer he needs.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40555836