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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:
      Giorno_Giovanna/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Giorno_Giovanna
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Timeline_What_Timeline, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-
      Gender_Changes, Gender_or_Sex_Swap, Unsafe_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-29 Words: 1380
****** Drink While the Water Is Clean ******
by Effing_(Ramen)
Summary
     Jotaro is ready for the D. More than ready. One might argue she was
     made for the D.
Notes
     Gratuitous genderswap porn strikes again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ My mental
     reference for female!Jotaro is basically just wasabu's_version, but
     if you've got a different one in mind I ain't gonna stop you.
     Title is from Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless.
There's a spot out on the edge of the school grounds, surrounded by trees and
perfectly isolated, where no one goes because Jotaro beats them up if she
catches them. That's where she leads Giorno today while everyone else is busy
with third period, fingers tangled in his and trying desperately not to let her
mind wander. The visible result is a slightly pinker version of her usual
stoicism; Giorno, damn him, notices, and bumps his shoulder against her
forearm. "Couldn't wait a few more hours to get your hands on me, could you?"
"Shut up," Jotaro growls, elbowing him in retaliation, but she doesn't let him
go and Giorno smiles to himself the rest of the way to the trees. He keeps
smiling when Jotaro pushes him up against a tree and kisses him, and by the
time his hands find their way up her shirt, she's lost track of anything his
mouth might be doing that doesn't involve moving against her lips and tongue
and teeth. He groans when she reaches down to cup his cock, leans closer and
scrapes his teeth over her jawline.
"I can never decide whether I love or hate being so much shorter than you," he
says. His hands fit as best they can over her breasts, kneading them a little
roughly in the way he's learned she likes. "I just want to dive into your chest
every time I see it, and it's right in my line of sight so I always see it--"
Jotaro reaches back and tugs on his braid before he can elaborate further. "Lie
down and get your dick out and I'll let you see something even better."
Giorno's hands stop moving. "You mean...?"
Jotaro pulls away, face almost as hot as her pussy's been since she laid eyes
on him before school this morning, and shrugs out of her jacket. "Yeah, I mean.
Hurry up, I want time to go again if it's any good."
Giorno licks his lips and nods, then gets down on the ground like he's told.
Jotaro loosens her belts and unzips her fly, watching him as he goes. She knows
what Giorno's dick looks like, knows the weight of it in her hand and how his
fingers feel inside of her; some part of her has been worrying that she'd
chicken out once they got to this point despite all that, but as Giorno pushes
his pants down a little and strokes his cock to full hardness, all Jotaro feels
is the warm wet hunger between her legs.
She kicks off her shoes, and slides her pants and panties off together. After a
moment of consideration, she tosses her hat aside as well--as much as she loves
it, even she can recognize it would be ridiculous to wear it during sex with
her boyfriend.
Speaking of which, Giorno is watching her with wide, dark eyes, one hand
wrapped around his dick so tightly it almost looks painful. Jotaro feels her
face grow hotter, but she's committed now, and she kneels on the ground with
her pelvis positioned above his lap. "Don't tear it off before I get to have my
fun."
"Of course not," Giorno responds, and for all that he looks like he's about to
explode, his voice is as smooth as ever. His free hand slips between Jotaro's
legs; she grinds down a little on instinct, but then lets him guide their
bodies into position. The head of his cock feels satisfying nestled against her
entrance, like it'll fit inside her just right, and she's sinking onto it
before it even occurs to her to worry about hurting herself.
There's no pain anyway, just warmth and fullness and little sparks of yes all
inside her. Jotaro draws back up and takes Giorno into her a second time,
sighing happily as the pleasure follows.
Giorno squeezes her hips, then pushes the hem of her shirt up over her tits.
The bra Jotaro's wearing is a piece of crap, so she stills to let him take it
off. His fingers tease her skin as they pass: dragging along her spinal column
while he unhooks her, brushing over her shoulders as he pulls the straps
through her tank top. By the time Giorno's dragging his knuckles over her
nipples and tugging the bra away from her chest, Jotaro feels so hot all over
that she can't stop herself from rocking her hips.
The friction inside her comes in shorter strokes this way, hits in different
places, and she begins to alternate between bouncing and rolling to figure out
which she likes better. Giorno lets out a noise and leans back again, content
to let Jotaro have her fun, and just as her thighs begin to burn with exertion
and the heat inside her seems to plateau, Jotaro moves to pull off Giorno's
cock while her hips are still rolling and feels her clit drag against his body.
The contact is like a static shock, so sudden and brief and delicious she cries
out. She does it again, and oh, yes yes yes, it feels so good she has to do it
a third time, a fourth, a fifth, again and again, embarrassing high-voiced
noises spilling from her throat as Giorno thrusts up into her.
She's come on his fingers and tongue a dozen times before. She's touched
herself in front of him, fingers stroking and swirling her clit and dipping
into her own cunt to show pretty little Giorno what gets her off. She's never
felt quite like this before, wound up so tight she's sure every stroke will be
the one that pushes her over the edge. Then Giorno says her name, asks her in
that absurdly polite way he has to scream for him, please, he wants everyone to
hear her beautiful voice and know whose cock her pussy belongs to, and Jotaro
feels herself shatter. The tightness bursts in a wave of ecstasy that curls her
toes and turns her last whine into an echoing wail, and when it finally eases
she pulls off of Giorno properly and drops down onto the grass next to him.
He's still hard, cock glistening in what sunlight makes it through the leaves,
and at some point it seems he undid his uniform jacket. It's kind of a silly
picture, honestly, but Jotaro feels affectionate and still a little hot, so she
rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs as invitingly as she can.
"Are you sure? We're not exactly following best practice here." Giorno is
already pulling his clothes off, though, so Jotaro knows he's going for it.
"I should be fine, it's the wrong time of the month." She tugs her shirt off as
she talks, and when Giorno pushes back into her she wraps her legs loosely
around his waist. He feels just as good as before she came, thick and solid and
warm as he glides against her inner walls, so Jotaro reaches down to put a
finger to her clit. "Anyway, what happened to the guy coming first?"
"We've been out here ten minutes," Giorno says with a pointed thrust, "and half
of that was spent walking."
He thrusts again, just barely brushing over something electric inside Jotaro.
She angles her hips into his next thrust, crying out when he hits it dead on.
"There! Fuck me, Giorno, right--ah!" His cock hits it a third time, faster now,
harder, winding the heat in Jotaro's cunt tighter with relentless wonderful
friction. She keeps working her clit as he pounds into her, matching her rhythm
to his, and digs her heels into Giorno's back as the second orgasm rolls
through her.
Giorno grunts and stills on top of her as her pleasure eases back, then sags.
"I love you," he mutters into her collarbone. Some part of her knows it's the
sex talking, the flood of hormones and brain chemicals making him say things he
doesn't mean yet, but the rest of her is full of the exact same hormones right
now and believes him.
"I want another round with your dick or three fingers and a tongue before the
end of the period," Jotaro says back, and when Giorno grins at her she knows he
understands.
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