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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, First_Time, Making_Out, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Alternate_Universe_-_No_Powers, AU_where_Jotaro_and_Josuke_grow_up
      together_so_Jotaro_is_more_socially_well_adjusted, Also_they're_not
      related_in_this
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-28 Words: 7213
****** Tough Cookie ******
by notchien_(chien)
Summary
     Jotaro's girlfriend is feisty.
     (Hey I drew a picture again: http://justchien.tumblr.com/post/
     154712612805)
Notes
     this totally...... isn't chien....... writing tarosuke
     fic................ nope
The gentle way Jotaro handled her soft, curvy body in his big, powerful hands
was what surprised her the most about their relationship. Admittedly, Josuke
was a tad disappointed. She had been spending the past few years after puberty
hit her like a truck kindling her crush on her upper classman and closest
friend-- which led to an expansive library of fantasies that her hormone-fueled
mind had dreamed up. The sixteen-year-old teen was eagerly vibrating in place
at the exciting prospects of her fledgling romantic life when the target of her
affections pulled his signature hat down over his eyes and quietly agreed to go
out with her.
 
Finally, Josuke had screamed internally with a flurry of mental fist pumps,
Jotaro and her were dating.
 
This development did not come as a surprise-- Josuke always knew that she the
frontrunner as Jotaro’s first (and hopefully only) love. They had grown up
together since the Kujo family had moved to their quiet suburbia when he was
seven and she was six, and were best friends (even if her chilly boyfriend
would never admit it).
 
Sadao Kujo-- the famous musician who was perpetually on tour all over the
world-- had needed his wife, the daughter of the powerful real estate king
Joseph Joestar, to be out of the public eye. What better place than the sleepy
little town of Morioh? Apparently, Joseph Joestar had recommended it to his
daughter Holly as a beautiful, private gem in the countryside that he had
stopped by once while travelling throughout Japan.
 
Josuke’s chatty, energetic mom Tomoko had hit it off with Holly immediately. It
made sense-- the two young women had a lot to talk about, as one was a Japanese
woman who had dated a foreigner and the other was a foreigner who had married a
Japanese man. They got to compare their experiences from both sides of the same
coin-- the familiarity easily drew them to each other.
 
Tomoko and Holly had talked at length about everything-- from easygoing topics
like their favorite books and vacation spots, to more sobering matters such as
the scrutiny of their more traditional neighbors who did not approve of their
uncommon relations. However, it was not their own welfare that worried them the
most-- the possibility that their children would be bullied for being halfies
was their primary fear.
 
Jotaro had been such a sweet child back then. During the first few months of
living at Morioh, he had often clung to Holly’s side quietly. She’d encourage
him to go make friends at the park where the other stay-at-home moms were with
their kids, but he’d look at her with his dazzling blue eyes and sweetly,
softly say, “The only friend I need is you, mommy. Let’s go home.”
 
Even in those early days, he had known that the way some of the other people at
the park looked at his mom was different. In Tokyo-- where celebrities and
their families sometimes made a living-- they didn’t get the same kind of
stares. Sure, they had been gawked at-- but the emotions brewing behind the
whispers and glances had a different underlying current to them.
 
It set him on edge.
 
Josuke had always been a prideful little scamp, even when she was a shrimpy kid
with no business acting so tough all the time. While Jotaro would’ve gladly
accepted lipstick-colored kisses on his lips from his loving mother, Josuke
hated being doted on-- especially in front of others. She would bodily resist
when Tomoko would try to give her a goodbye peck on the forehead before leaving
her rambunctious daughter with the Kujo family for a playdate.
 
Tomoko would often wistfully say that she wished her little stinker would be
more like Holly’s little angel. Sweet, sweet Jotaro-- a polite and loving son
who had never done anything wrong.
 
Despite their differences, the two kids (through a combination of proximity and
similar interests) grew close-- so close that they kept each other's secrets.
 
Like when their mothers’ worries had come true.
 
Despite how Josuke was also a halfie, her absent father’s genetics had not
given her the same gifts that Jotaro’s mother had given him.
 
Jotaro’s first growth spurt manifested abruptly when he was eight-years-old,
about a year and a half after the Kujos has moved into town. Once his growth
spurt started, the other kids noticed that Jotaro was Different in an
Unfamiliar (Bad) Way. Sure, Jotaro had already stood out for living in a
magnificent, traditional Japanese mansion-- however, that had made him the cool
new kid.
 
Those early days before his growth spurt were exciting, optimistic times that
had his mother thinking that maybe her son would be okay growing up in the more
reserved countryside. Other kids from their elementary school had to beg their
reluctant parents to let them go on playdates to the Kujo house. When Jotaro’s
classmates were that young, they had thought Mrs. Kujo was kind of unexpected
looking-- but it didn’t matter when she’d merrily bring in trays of yummy
snacks and fizzy drinks for them to dig into after spending the afternoon
exploring the sizeable estate. (Mrs. Kujo-- who in their minds never left the
confines of Jotaro’s magic house-- was deemed weird, but harmless.)
 
In fact, the quiet new boy was maybe the most popular kid at their school for
that initial part of his Morioh debut.
 
Yet after summer break when Jotaro returned to school and was suddenly at least
a head-and-a-half taller than everyone in his class, something felt very wrong.
He was no longer the Cool New Kid-- he was a Freak.
 
Around that time was when Josuke stopped seeing Jotaro smile at school-- though
he’d still smile at home.
 
Eventually, by age eleven, he’d stopped smiling at home too.
 
She had noticed, of course. Loyal to a fault, Josuke had gotten into plenty of
scraps on the playground when the other kids started targeting Jotaro for being
different. It was so unfair-- they had mostly left her alone because to them,
she didn’t stand out that much despite also being a halfie. Even when pulling
their punches in what the bullies had treated as a gracious act of mercy, their
justifications for leaving her alone still hurt her deeply.
 
(“You don’t really look like you’re half. You’ve never even met your dad, how
would you know if you were really a halfie?”)
 
The tears stung her eyes, but she’d swallow the lump in her throat and fling
herself at the aggressive kids that were circling her and Jotaro.
 
They got in enough trouble that the teachers would keep them separate when they
shared playground times. No matter how much the good-intentioned school staff
encouraged Josuke to turn the other cheek, she wouldn’t let it go.
 
Meanwhile, to Josuke’s despair, Jotaro had fully embraced turning the other
cheek. Through gritted teeth and wet eyes, he had told Josuke to get away from
him during their last confrontation together in primary school shortly before
he went on to middle school.
 
They stopped having playdates-- Jotaro had told Holly that he was too old for
them.
 
Stubbornly, Josuke had intercepted him on his walk home a few weeks after the
new school year had started-- primary school let out earlier than middle
school, so the sixth-grader had plenty of time to plan her attack-- and saw how
roughed up her friend looked. No matter how much Josuke had pestered the stern,
silent child to tell her what happened, he wouldn’t say. Quietly, he had bitten
the inside of his cheek and ignored her questions. Relentlessly, Josuke had
followed him all the way inside the Kujo gates. When she had been close to
giving it a rest for the day, the tall boy had peculiarly made a swift beeline
for the garden shed near the side of the house instead of the main entrance to
the mansion.
 
“Jotaro, is that you?” they had heard Holly’s clear voice sing distantly as
they both picked up the pace. Arriving at the garden hose, Jotaro had set his
bag down and pulled out a handkerchief. Silently, he had wetted it and started
dabbing to remove some of the dirt off of his black gakuran.
 
Seeing this, Josuke had sprung into action too-- using her sleeves to wipe down
Jotaro’s school bag. Tomoko would yell at her later, but the younger child
didn’t care. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that Jotaro’s bag had been
thrown into the dirt and kicked around.
 
She didn’t say anything when the tears started to drop from Jotaro’s eyes.
 
(They held hands that night under the dinner table as Holly remarked that she
was glad that Josuke was coming over to play again. Under his breath, Jotaro
had said with an embarrassed look that they weren’t “playing,” but that they
were “hanging out.” Beaming toothily, Josuke asked Holly if Jotaro could come
stay over at Tomoko’s again soon.)
 
They had been separated for a whole year during school hours-- while Josuke
knew older kids were scary and had an idea of what Jotaro may had been going
through, she could not truly comprehended the depth of how bad it had become
for Jotaro during that year spent alone. Despite the intimacy they had regained
now that they were hanging out every week again, the older child hadn’t said
anything about how he was treated in middle school. During a sleepover in the
living room of Josuke’s house once, he had turned over and pretended to fall
asleep when she tugged his bangs and asked him to spill for the millionth time.
 
They learned together that what he had wanted most was not to talk about it,
but to just not be alone. Josuke then had slid from her futon to his, and
hugged him from behind.
 
The first day of middle school together, Jotaro had refused to walk with her to
her new school. As soon as they were out of sight from their parents-- who had
been excitedly snapping photos of how cute they both looked in their uniforms
together-- Jotaro took off into a sprint.
 
With fire burning in her purple eyes, Josuke had run after him-- but eventually
Jotaro’s longer legs gave him the distance he needed, and she arrived at the
school gates alone. Cursing, Josuke had grabbed her knees and caught her breath
even as she wildly searched around for the older boy (ignoring the teachers
trying to direct her to the opening ceremony).
 
Resilient and stubborn, she had found his class by lunchtime. Instead of
showing respect to her upper classmen by waiting for someone to get Jotaro for
her, the first year had dashed into the room-- still wearing her opening
ceremony ribbon pinned to the front of her blouse-- and shoved her way past the
two boys who had been standing in front of Jotaro with their hands
threateningly planted on his desk.
 
“Jotaro-san!” she had then announced louder than she needed, “I’ve been looking
all over for you.”
 
Slowly, he had looked up at her with narrowed eyes under the brim of his hat.
His icy blue glare clearly communicated to her what he was thinking--
 
“What the fuck are you doing?”
 
--but she wasn’t going to back down, and instead stubbornly smiled at him
wider.
 
“Hey, what the--” a bully had started to say, but she ignored him blithely to
ask cheerily if Jotaro wanted to have lunch together.
 
Jotaro’s classmate had a few more false starts in getting their attention, but
Josuke interrupted him each time. A few of the other kids in the classroom were
watching the tense showdown now, stunned at the scene that was playing out
before them.
 
Fed up, the second boy who had been silent up until that point suddenly made a
grab at Josuke’s shoulder-- “Who the hell do you think you ar--”
 
Snap!
 
Jotaro had easily snatched the boy’s hand before his fingertips brushed the
edge of Josuke’s seifuku, and then stood to his full height with his arm
raised. His chair had noisily clattered to the ground, and the rest of the
students in the room fell to a dead silence as all attention was turned to
them.
 
The bully had dangled lamely, too shocked to do anything other than stare wide-
eyed into the intense glower from his victim who was now effortlessly holding
him in the air with a white-knuckled grip.
 
Josuke had then taken her cue and hopped onto the desk-- she herself was also
above average height for her age, and sitting on the desk gave her the boost
she wanted to cooly look into the eyes of her upperclassman.
 
“Don’t you see that we’re talking? Idiot.”
 
They had heard murmurs throughout the room as people realized who she was-
- Josuke, who they hadn’t recognized at first because Tomoko had insisted on
sending her off to her first day of middle school in a proper uniform with a
school-appropriate hairstyle.
 
With a cool flip of her fluffy ponytail, Josuke had turned back to face Jotaro
and resumed chatting to him about movie plans for the weekend as if nothing had
even happened. Jotaro loosened his grip and let his bully fall dumbly onto his
ass, and the other bully-- nervous and looking for an easy way out-
- treacherously joined the uncomfortable laughter of other people in the class
(a girl near the door snorted, “Those two jerks were always so uncool anyway!”)
before they both scrambled out of the class disgraced.
 
Of course, they had not told their moms that night about what had happened on
Josuke’s first day at school during a celebratory dinner at the Higashikata
house. Insightful, Tomoko smirked at her daughter knowingly when Josuke handed
her the opening ceremony ribbon in exchange for her dessert.
 
“Jotaro’s smiling again, huh?”
 
The middle schooler had looked back over her shoulder and saw her grandpa
chuckling while he offered Jotaro a sip of whiskey-- the boy shook his head and
said nothing, but there was a slight upward twitch to his mouth as the friendly
old policeman laughed loudly at him and told Jotaro to come over and drink with
him sometime.
 
Holly had covered her mouth as she giggled, saying, “Jotaro’s only thirteen!”
Buzzed, Josuke’s grandfather had stood back, stared at the quiet and stern boy
up and down, then slapped his knee as he barked, “With that height, I thought
this boy was for sure seventeen at least!”
 
Tomoko had tapped her chin thoughtfully and asked Josuke again if nothing
really had happened at school that day. Mirroring her mom’s pose, Josuke then
had shrugged and said, “Beats me.”
 
As if overnight, Jotaro’s status at their middle school had changed entirely.
Sure, it came at the cost of both him and Josuke being labeled delinquent
students as word spread that they both weren’t going to back down from a fight-
- but hey, it meant Josuke could wear her hair how she wanted, and her most
cherished friend was no longer being bullied. Unfortunately, they had to
deliver a couple of beatdowns when people would come looking for trouble, but
their developing bodies were strong-- and more importantly, they were a great
team when it came to fistfights.
 
(A bizarre side effect of their status as middle school badasses was that they
had become popular with girls, too. Flustered, Josuke had accepted small tokens
of affection, like purple and gold scrunchies, from very cute girls who called
her “Josuke-kun.” Jotaro mostly ignored the girls that fawned over him-
- limiting his interactions to telling them to shut up and get out of his way
when the crowds of them were too thick for him to maneuver around school.)
 
By her second year of middle school, nobody gave them any crap other than the
occasional preteen hardass who thought he could prove something by fighting the
delinquent duo. Frankly, it was impossible for anyone to take them down in a
fair match-- which is how they ended up attracting the attention of other rough
kids from different schools who fought dirty.
 
It was during such a squabble when Josuke-- her small but powerful fist had
connected with the jaw of a tough-looking guy in a green uniform with bleached
hair that stupidly tried to fight her when she was alone-- felt the first pang
of affection for Jotaro that went beyond camaraderie. The coward had thought he
could send a message about his toughness by picking on her when she was putting
away P.E. equipment by herself. While the feisty second-year was distracted
with her punishment chore assigned by her teacher for refusing to run laps in
case it’d mess up her hairdo, she still had ample time to hop away and pull her
fists up when she noticed the shadow of someone hopping down from the school’s
cement fence from the corner of her eye.
 
The fight had been easy-- nothing she couldn’t handle on her own, as the idiot
landed poorly and knocked the wind out of himself before the fight had even
started-- but Jotaro had cleanly cinched her heart when she felt a whoosh of
air from the side of her head.
 
Bam!
 
A second body-- another unfamiliar preteen with a green uniform but this time
with a totally unfashionable buzzcut-- had collided with her bloodied attacker
who had just barely stumbled up with a clumsily drawn knife in his hand.
 
With a bone-cracking thud, the two defeated boys had landed in a pile on top of
each other-- knocked out from the impact.
 
She had raised an eyebrow at her best friend, and he muttered, “Asshole
squealed on where his partner was. I knew he didn’t come alone to just fight
me.”
 
Smoothly, Jotaro had strode over and picked up the knife that had been flung
into the grass and pocketed it. While there, the tall third year had squatted
to take a good long look at the bruised and battered faces of their attackers.
The boy Josuke fended off had smaller bruises, but also cuts in his face from
her scratching him. The fashion-conscious preteen idly patted her gym uniform
off and clicked her tongue as she smoothed a few stray strands of hair away
from her face. That fucker from another school had messed up her ‘do! She was
so upset that she almost didn’t hear her partner-in-crime speak:
 
“You did all this by yourself?”
 
She had looked down and saw Jotaro holding his chin thoughtfully--
 
“Nice work,” he said with a curt nod and a proud smile.
 
On that beautiful day the sky had been obscenely blue, the refreshing smell of
freshly cut grass was in the air, the blood of their enemies ran brilliantly
red, and Josuke felt her heart skip a beat for the first time.
 
It took two (exciting, excruciating, exhilarating ) more years for Josuke to
come to terms with her feelings (“No way no waynoway! He’s practically my older
brother!”), understand why her stomach did flips around him (“Why do I feel
hungry when I see Jotaro-san shirtless?”), and gather up the courage to ask her
notoriously difficult to read upperclassman out (“I’ve totally got it in the
bag-- Jotaro-san has to like me too, r-right?”).
 
All that mattered now was that they were going steady. She was blissed to the
high heavens.
 
Shortly into their high school romance, the restless second-year learned that
maybe her expectations were a bit unrealistic when it came to the pace of their
courtship. Jotaro was still Jotaro-- he was meticulous and careful about
everything he did-- so their first kiss wasn’t precluded by a spontaneous wall
slam popularized by the media that she had been anticipating (truth be told,
she wasn’t sure if she’d like being wall slammed anyway-- but she was willing
to give it a try to see what all the fuss was about).
 
Their first kiss was more--
 
Slow, and convoluted.
 
A few days after her confession, the shorter teen was drying the dishes Jotaro
had washed after dinner at Tomoko’s when she blurted out, “Do you wanna kiss?”
 
Briefly, Jotaro stopped rubbing the soapy sponge on a plate thoughtfully. He
then turned to meet her fiery gaze, and said, quite simply, “Yes.”
 
Enthusiastic as ever, his spunky girlfriend hopped up on her toes expectantly
with puckered lips.
 
She waited, then popped an eye open to look questioningly at her tall
boyfriend. There was a light dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, and he
muttered, “Later, though.” His eyes quickly flicked to the side, and to
Josuke’s horror Tomoko hooted at them from the living room.
 
“I’m telling Holly riiiiiight now!” she sang mirthfully with the phone up
against her cheek, and Josuke screamed-- face bright red.
 
Flustered, the second-year hurriedly went back to wiping down the plates as
fast as she could-- faster than Jotaro could wash them, actually-- so she could
get away from her cackling mother.
 
Tomoko was still laughing when her daughter speedily threw the dish towel onto
the dish rack and grabbed Jotaro’s hand to pull (as best as she could) him
upstairs to her room. Once they were both in the safety of her small bedroom,
Josuke whipped around and shut her door with a soft click. Her hands itched to
slam the door, but the last thing she wanted was to give her mom an excuse to
come upstairs.
 
What had she been thinking?! In her haste to get her first kiss, the energetic
girl had totally forgotten where they were! Of course her mom had been peeping-
- her lively mother’s hobbies included finding ways to (lovingly) pick on her
hotheaded daughter.
 
“Josuke.”
 
With embarrassed and angry tears prickling her eyes, the shorter teen looked
over her shoulder with a characteristic pout at her boyfriend.
 
Expressionless, he removed his hands from his pockets and held his arms out to
her.
 
“Jotarooooo-shaaaan” she warbled out-- round face contorted comically while
howling his name-- and threw herself against his body. Awkwardly, he patted her
back while she ugly-cried into his chest about how sorry she was that she
ruined their first kiss before it even happened.
 
After a few noisy snorts and sniffles, she looked up at him with tear-stained
eyes.
 
Jotaro startled noticeably from her messed up face-- his eye twitched, and he
covered his forcibly held back smile with a large hand. It was useless though-
- his neck muscles tightened clearly as he struggled to keep his face neutral.
 
Seeing his conflicted predicament, the young girl couldn’t help but also start
to smile at her usually stoic boyfriend trying to hide his crooked grin.
 
Wiping a tear from her eye, Josuke laughed openly, saying, “I look pretty
funny, huh?”
 
In response, he nodded.
 
She laughed harder as she swiped the rest of the tears and snot off her face
with the back of her hands-- then said, “Oh,” and grabbed a fistful of tissues
from a tissue box near her bed to clean her face properly. A warm palm stopped
her busy hands, and Jotaro took a tissue too to help wipe her face so she could
tidy up her sticky, dirty hands.
 
When they finished, Josuke took another loud, hard sniff and held up two
fingers in a peace sign by her face.
 
“All clean, hehe,” snickered the recovered girl even though her nose and eyes
were still swollen and red.
 
Jotaro balled the tissues up and tossed them in a clean arc into a small
trashcan in her room. Before Josuke could finish saying, “Swish!” with an
accompanying flick of her wrist, she squawked because the strong teenager
calmly slipped an arm under Josuke's pajama-covered bottom and another arm
around her thin waist.
 
He carried her smoothly over a short distance to her unmade twin bed, and set
her down on the fluffy twist of blankets. At 173cm, she was already taller than
almost all the boys in her class-- but Jotaro’s 195cm was nothing to shake a
stick at, so he got down to be eye level with her.
 
She realized what was happening when he cupped her jaw with his hand and
brushed a rough thumb against her soft cheek.
 
Josuke swallowed, and saw-- no, more like witnessed as an out-of-body
experience-- Jotaro close his eyes slowly and lean forward.
 
As she felt her spirit ascend to heaven with jubilation, Josuke noticed that
she hadn’t quite gotten her kiss yet. Jotaro’s lips lingered a small gap away.
 
When she recognized the tense way his eyebrows were furrowed, her soul came
crashing back into her body and she scooted towards the edge of the bed. In her
impatience to meet him halfway, she overshot the length she meant to cross and
knocked their noses together-- resulting in their foreheads clocking loudly.
 
Thock!
 
“Shorry, shorry-- do over, okay? Do over, Jotaro-san!”
 
Even though Jotaro’s expression was dark-- from either the pain, or perhaps his
patience wearing thin, she wasn’t 100% sure-- he didn’t move when she slid
almost completely off the bed to wrap her arms hurriedly around his shoulders
for fear he would run away.
 
She pressed her pillowy lips against his plump lips hurriedly.
 
Seconds passed, and to her relief she didn't feel her partner pull back or push
her off. Instead, the boy breathed in his nose and responded in kind when she
tentatively moved her lips against his closed mouth. 
 
“This is bliss,” she thought dreamily, enjoying how soft and warm his thick
lips felt.
 
It was Josuke who deepened the kiss-- she scrunched her eyebrows together with
conviction, absolving herself to making her own dreams come true by anxiously
tightening her grip around the collar of Jotaro’s usual tank top. She tilted
her head and drew him closer, parting her lips slightly and feeling very proud
of herself when he grunted in surprise.
 
Her heart sang when Jotaro kissed back-- his hot breath ghosting across her
tingling lips when he opened his mouth-- and she opportunistically flicked her
tongue against his top lip lightly in response.
 
By now, she had slid off the bed and trapped him bodily underneath her-- Jotaro
was sitting on his knees still, but he was firmly cemented in place with
Josuke’s thick thighs folded around his bent legs.
 
It felt so good to be sitting on his firm body-- she could feel the muscles in
his legs tighten when she’d grew more and more courageous with each kiss. Her
hands massaged the back of his neck and her shoulders, relishing the hard
muscles she could finally rub and squeeze. In the back of Josuke’s mind, she
knew their kissing probably wasn’t as picturesque as she had dreamt it’d be-
- in fact, she probably looked more like she was sloppily mouthing all over the
lower half of Jotaro’s perfectly sculpted face.
 
Well, it didn’t matter how bad it must have looked because Jotaro made another
small noise when the tips of their tongues touched faintly and she let her
nails dig into his shoulder more with excitement.
 
They stopped when her big, buff, beautiful boyfriend broke the kiss by turning
his head away, breathing deeply.
 
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, searching his face intently.
 
Jotaro’s big, thick chest rose and dropped steadily, bumping into Josuke’s
round bosom with each heavy breath.
 
“Are you,” Josuke started, then dropped her voice down to a whisper, “Are you
hard?”
 
At that, Jotaro (gently) pressed his large hand into her face to stop her from
saying more. She slid off his lap and stood up with him, staring openly at the
tent in his pants. Jotaro turned away from the (salivating) teenager and
unbuckled his belt.
 
She balled her fists up and sucked in her lips-- oh boy, was she going to get
to…?
 
Sadly, she saw him move to adjust himself in his tight black pants and heard
the click of his belt being redone. The tent was gone-- the older teen had
discreetly tucked himself away as best as he could.
 
“You know, I can help with tha-- mmf!”
 
There was a definite pink tint to Jotaro’s face that Josuke could see between
the fingers that were on her face again. The tall boy's eyes were looking
anywhere but her, and he was frowning deeply.
 
Cheekily, she smiled.
 
“I did that to Jotaro,” she thought proudly.
 
She walked him out, ignoring the way Tomoko grinned ear to ear at them.
 
 
Things continued at that (stutteringly) slow pace-- with Josuke charging full
speed ahead at every chance she could get, and Jotaro having to pull the brakes
every time. At first, Josuke thought that perhaps it was just bad timing-
- often, they only had time to fool around after their weekly dinner dates at
each other's homes, and once her next round of exploring Jotaro’s body started
to heat up it’d be time for someone to go home. Enterprisingly, she proposed
they could start fooling around earlier next time by eating dinner faster or
finding some kind of excuse to skip the meal altogether. She was getting pretty
damn pent up with sexual energy, man!
 
Yet Josuke almost had a heart attack at how cute her giant boyfriend was when
he said that he didn’t want to rush things.
 
But boy, was she going to have to wait for what felt like an eternity to finish
the laundry list of activities she wanted to share with Jotaro? 
 
(It didn’t help that now that their moms knew they were dating, they weren’t
allowed to have sleepovers anymore.)
 
To sate her desires before she imploded, she learned to savor every intimate
moment they had-- no matter how small it was. They both were already under
heavy scrutiny at school thanks to their delinquent status, so they could not
get away with anything more than a chaste hand brush or quick peck on the
cheek. The counselors were really on top of Jotaro since he was in his third
year too-- encouraging him to shape up and start studying for college entrance
exams. The small gestures were enough at first-- she gratefully appreciated
every impromptu makeout session on the school roof hidden under Jotaro's large
jacket, or even just getting to take a nap with her head on his lap in a shady,
hidden spot on the school grounds.
 
Really, Josuke was trying very hard to be patient-- but deep inside, she was on
fire.
 
There was just so much about Jotaro that drove her mad. He occupied her every
thought. Her leg bounced up and down in class as she daydreamed about her
emotionally constipated but endearingly kind boyfriend. With her pencil perched
on her lip, the distracted second-year relived his touch in her fantasies.
Every time they snuggled, she melted happily in his warm embrace against his
solid, defined body. Whenever he'd lift her entire body up easily in his big,
secure arms to better the angle that they kissed at, she felt like her insides
were doing somersaults.
 
God, she couldn't wait to go all the way with him someday.
 
(Sometimes in her haste though, she’d even be too pushy for herself.)
 
 
 
They sat together on Jotaro’s rolled out futon, both shirtless and breathing
hard.
 
(Her heart was beating so loud that her ears felt like they were throbbing.)
 
She thanked the heavens that she had the foresight to wear a cute bra that day-
- her shapely breasts were framed prettily with a navy blue bra with a small
gold anchor charm hanging between the cups, and the straps on her shoulders
were decorated with white ruffles. The first time Jotaro had seen her in her
underwear, she had been wearing a plain nude bra. If the way Jotaro had reacted
to her breasts was any indication of what he thought of her choice of lingerie,
then clearly he didn’t care what she wore. That didn’t change how shefelt when
wearing cute underwear, though.
 
Josuke liked feeling well put together.
 
Since she felt particularly adorable today, the excitable young teen was extra
motivated to do what she wanted to do next with her boyfriend.
 
She sighed softly-- feeling warm and hazy-- at the interested but careful way
he wrapped his sturdy hands around her petite waist where her pleated skirt
hung over her curves.
 
This was the Jotaro she had always known, realized the young girl as she tilted
her head back and relished the fleeting graze of his long fingers around her
back towards her bra clasp. This was still the same Jotaro as when they first
met so many years ago-- the polite, quiet child with the most gentle smile in
the world.
 
He unhooked the bra, and Josuke looked down-- cheeks hot-- as the bra slipped
forward.
 
Jotaro stared hotly at her heavy breasts.
 
His girlfriend eventually breathed a sigh of relief when she removed her bra
with a shrug, and giggled when Jotaro’s icy blue eyes noticeably followed the
way her curvy chest rose and fell. The tip of his pink tongue ghosted over his
bottom lip.
 
She popped up onto her knees and encircled Jotaro’s head with bent arms,
coaxing in a low voice:
 
“Touch me.”
 
Without pause, he nosed into her cleavage while inhaling the sweet smell of her
natural musk, and she shuddered.
 
Jotaro squeezed her butt through her school skirt-- they hadn’t even bathed yet
since coming home from school and finding that no one was home at the Kujo
estate-- and Josuke moaned squeakily from the ticklish but pleasurable
sensation of him massaging her bottom with his strong, large hand. He took one
of her invitingly puffy nipples in his mouth-- they were so soft and fatty,
yielding to his tongue easily.
 
Encouragingly, the second-year carded her hand through his wild, curly hair-
- he always liked that, and rolled her nipple between his teeth. Panting now,
Josuke swallowed hard then twisted her hand and tugged harder. Her
upperclassman got the idea, and wrapped his lips around her supple flesh and
sucked firmly.
 
“Ahh-- J-Jotaro-san,” she moaned languidly, eyes half-lidded from the sensation
of Jotaro swirling his tongue around before he rolled the pink nub between his
teeth again.
 
Her body arched as she leaned back, gasping when her boyfriend followed her
movement until she was laying on the futon pinned under his intimidating body.
He moved onto the other pink nipple, and grabbed another handful of her ass-
- crumpling her skirt up with his tight grip and exposing the side of her navy
blue panties with white lace.
 
That was the closest he’d ever been to touching her there, so she deftly
grabbed his hand before it moved to trace more shapes on her skin-- as tempting
as that was-- and guided his palm between her legs.
 
He stopped mouthing at her breasts-- which were now covered in fresh hickeys-
- to hotly look down at where she was leading him.
 
Nervous, Josuke was sure that he could hear her heart beating out of her chest-
- but she steeled herself by taking another steadying breath. Determinedly, the
strong-willed girl moved his hand until the tips of Jotaro’s fingers were
pressed against the wet spot on her panties.
 
 
 
Unmoving, he stared with blown eyes between their bodies when she started to
push his fingers into the soaked fabric-- hard enough that she felt the
pressure against her hot opening.
 
Tensely, Jotaro looked up into her purple eyes. His jaw was tight, and a drop
of sweat rolled down his neck.
 
For a second, the uneasy teen was afraid that her boyfriend would cut their
exploration short like he usually did-- but then, suddenly--
 
Uninitiated, Jotaro pushed the crotch of her panties to the side with his thumb
and ran the pads of his fingers against her glistening pussy lips. In shock,
she barely registered the feather light touches, but then he repeated the
gesture-- his fingers slicked with her wetness now gliding across the heated
skin between the folds of her labia.
 
Jotaro exhaled loudly through his nose, still looking into her eyes as the girl
beneath him tensed from the unfamiliar sensation of someone touching her
between her legs.
 
“Jotaro-san, please ,” she whined after the fifth time he made a come hither
motion with his fingers to brush across her dripping pussy. “Please, finger me,
please-- I’ve been waiting for s-so looong,” pleaded Josuke madly-- urged on by
the adrenaline coursing through her blood. She had screwed her eyes tightly
shut, body wound up like a coil, in anticipation.
 
Her boyfriend kissed her chin, then her lips, and she haltingly opened her eyes
and saw the heady, aroused way his light blue eyes stared back at her. Jotaro’s
lips were parted, and there was a dark red blush spread across his usually
expressionless but now intensely focused face. His pronounced adam’s apple
bounced in his thick neck when he swallowed slowly before he dove back in to
hotly kiss her again. The velvety texture of their soft, eager lips rubbing
against each other spurred Josuke on-- she moaned urgently and bucked her hips
up feverishly to press her pussy against Jotaro’s stilled hand.
 
Breaking eye contact, Jotaro looked down hungrily and stared, completely rapt,
as he swiped his middle finger up across Josuke’s dripping opening. She
whimpered and dragged both of her small fists through his hair, wanting to hold
onto something-- anything. Her mind was a dizzying mess of emotions and
sensations-- the underclassman's head felt so heavy that she didn’t even think
she could lift it up. Besides, Josuke didn’t know if she even wanted to see
Jotaro’s broad fingers push into her-- was it like a shot? Would it hurt more
if she looked?
 
“A-ahhnn !” groaned Josuke thickly-- Jotaro’s big middle finger sank into her
body easily at a controlled pace. She was so slick and moist-- her partner
could barely feel any resistance as penetrated her. Her hands convulsed in his
messy black locks-- faintly, she knew she was pulling too hard but she couldn’t
focus enough to let go-- when his finger went in deeper, deeper, deeper. It
then stopped-- his angular knuckles bumping against the soft, hot lips of her
labia.
 
“Does it hurt?”
 
That was the first time he spoke since they started fooling around today.
 
Unable to properly form a complete sentence, Josuke shook her head wildly side
to side-- her long, sweaty bangs flapping in her face. Her clammy skin was
splotched with pink as if she had been exercising profusely, and she was
panting hard.
 
“Do you want me to keep going?”
 
Frantically, his girlfriend nodded. She wanted more-- she wantedso much more.
Longingly, she tried to busy herself by chewing on her bottom lip. Jotaro
licked a bead of sweat off of her heaving bosom, and she couldn’t help but
shiver and laugh from the light ticklish feeling.
 
Her large boyfriend pulled his middle finger out, then slowly pressed it back
in with his index finger until his knuckles pushed into her slippery pussy lips
again. Josuke made a choked up noise that sounded affirmative, and when he
looked up at her she was smiling nervously.
 
Ahh-- just two of his fingers was already so good. She had never felt such a
stretch deep within herself when she'd finger herself at night thinking of his
rough voice in her ear and his hands on her breasts.
 
After watching his girlfriend twitch and shiver contentedly-- mirthfully, in
fact-- from the pressure of his fingers inside of her, he started to pump his
fingers in and out. Jotaro listened carefully to the soft, erotic noises she’d
make interspersed with her short, husky moans that sent shivers down his spine.
They settled into a good rhythm-- Jotaro moved his big fingers at a gentle
pace, and slowly Josuke unwound bit by bit. He felt the soft flesh of her
tummy-- she had been shaking uncontrollably when he first pressed in his middle
finger, but the trembling had mostly stopped. Her pliable, smooth body felt
warm to the touch instead of being covered in a cold sweat.
 
The glistening, slippery wetness of Josuke’s dripping vagina caught Jotaro’s
attention. Quietly, he moved further down the bed until he was on his belly-
- he kept his finger moving, sometimes twisting the wet digits as he moved them
in and out of her tight body (which made Josuke mewl so sweetly). She was so
distracted that she hadn’t noticed what Jotaro was doing until he
experimentally flicked his tongue across her engorged clitoris.
 
Josuke-- taken by surprise-- squealed and jerked in place.
 
“N-no, too much-- not there,” she blubbered when her curious boyfriend slurped
at her clit with his moist tongue. Frantically, Josuke yanked Jotaro’s head up
with her shaking hands until his nose bumped into her pubic mound so that his
tongue was no longer exerting direct pressure on her sensitive clitoris.
 
Panting weakly, the young girl's eyes were watery from the overstimulation-
- having a wet tongue flicking across her clit set her nerves on fire.
 
Jotaro wet his lips and tried again-- this time pressing his tongue an inch
above her clit while his fingers stayed buried in her.
 
From the way she moaned lewdly-- her cheeks flushed pink again-- this was
working a lot better. The second-year hummed appreciatively at Jotaro’s slower
but firmer licks. The indirect contact with her clitoris was just right-
- pleasantly stimulating, but not so much that she was thrashing in place.
 
“Like that, yes-- just like that, Jotaro-san,” groaned his curvy, flushed
girlfriend. Swept away with desire, she started to rock her hips into his
tongue, feeling the pressure build in her lower belly as her body clenched
around Jotaro’s seated fingers. Panting open mouthed, Josuke’s moans increased
in volume as she felt the heat grow and grow from within.
 
“S-so good, it feels so-- haaah, J-Jotaro-san, I’m gonna… a-ahh,” she whispered
distractedly-- Jotaro started to pump his fingers again, and the dual
sensations of his tongue above her clit and the thick fingers opening her up
was driving her crazy.
 
His blue eyes stared up at her-- clouded with arousal, and Jotaro thrust his
slippery fingers faster even as her walls squeezed harder and harder around
him. She was mewling long and loud now, holding his head in place as she ground
her hot, wet pussy into his waiting tongue messily and uncoordinatedly, until
she froze in place--
 
“Cumming, I-I’m, cumming, haaahnn,” sobbed Josuke, bucking stutteringly as her
body shuddered from her intense orgasm tearing through her as she clenched and
unclenched jerkily. Groaning roughly with arousal, Jotaro kept his fingers
moving inside of her as she moaned weakly, coming down from her high until she
limply fell back onto the damp futon.
 
Sweating and panting, Josuke’s lidded eyes stared unfocusedly up at the ceiling
as her heart slowed down incrementally.
 
Her massive boyfriend sat up-- towering over her and watching her intently.
Jotaro sucked the tip of his wet fingers curiously.
 
When she was no longer gasping for air, Josuke smiled weakly and held her arms
up at the older boy.
 
He laid down next to her with his head cradled in her arms, and she kissed his
forehead lovingly.
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