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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Kakyoin_Noriaki
  Additional Tags:
      Femslash_February, fem!Jotaro_-_Freeform, fem!kakyoin, PWP, Hierophant
      Green_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-28 Words: 3456
****** with patroclus in her tent ******
by Nomette
Summary
     Kakyoin steps out of the bathroom, her red hair dark and shiny with
     water. Her steps are smooth and deliberate as she prowls around the
     edge of Jotaro’s bed before taking a seat. Her gaze traces Jotaro's
     legs, rising along her thighs to her hips and waist, then up over her
     breasts and to Jotaro’s face. Jotaro sits up in response, bringing
     her full size into display, and waits.
     "You're very butch, aren't you, Jotaro?" Kakyoin says.
Notes
     I've kept Jotaro and Kakyoin's names the same for their female
     counterparts; I know Jotaro is a masculine name but I'm partial to
     the idea of Super Butch Jotaro who dresses in men's clothes and uses
     a man's name.
See the end of the work for more notes
At the end of the day, Jotaro and Kakyoin return to their hotel room. Jotaro
sprawls across the bed, her legs spread, and shrugs off her jacket. The fabric
of the sheets is cool against her bruised, overheated skin. She lights up a
cigarette and inhales, the ember bright in the dim hotel room, and exhales all
the day’s stress. In the bathroom, Kakyoin is starting her shower. Through Star
Platinum, Jotaro can hear all the little sounds her passage makes- the click as
she removes her sunglasses and sets them aside, the squeak of the shower knobs,
the soft patter of the drops as they strike the floor, the relieved sigh that
rises from Kakyoin’s lips. Jotaro closes her eyes, taking another drag of the
cigarette, and lets herself sink into the mattress.
She comes back to herself when the bathroom door opens and Kakyoin steps out,
her red hair dark and shiny with water. She’s already changed into a new, clean
school uniform, the hem hanging just below her knees. Her steps are smooth and
deliberate as she prowls around the edge of Jotaro’s bed before taking a seat.
 Her gaze skims along Jotaro’s legs, rising along her thighs to her hips and
waist, then up over her breasts and to Jotaro’s face. It’s a provocative
action, and Jotaro sits up in response, bringing her full size into display,
and waits. Kakyoin’s not the kind of girl to casually invade Jotaro’s space in
a false imitation of intimacy.
“Jotaro, you’re very butch, aren’t you?” Kakyoin asks. She’s looking at Jotaro
very directly, her chin held high, her eyebrows drawn together like she’s
issuing a challenge.
“I don’t know what that is,” Jotaro replies easily, matching Kakyoin stare for
stare.
“No?” Kakyoin asks. Her eyes rake over Jotaro thoughtfully, and she smiles. “A
girl in America taught me the words, when I visited.” She scoots further down
the bed, leaning forward until she’s almost face to face with Jotaro.
“Butch lesbians dress in a masculine manner, often wearing clothes like tank-
tops and pants, while femme lesbians like myself usually have longer hair, and
wear skirts and dresses.” She says the words ‘butch’ and ‘femme’ in English,
her accent lingering on the words, and the rest in Japanese; and when she says
‘tank-top’ her hot fingers come to rest on the strap of Jotaro’s shirt.
Her gaze is hot and deliberate, and Jotaro feels something stir in her in
response: a terrible thrill of possibility, like the first time she curled her
fingers into a fist and felt Star Platinum arise in response.
“So what?” Jotaro says recklessly. “Why are you calling me that? I don’t have a
girlfriend.”
“Do you want one?” Kakyoin asks. Her lavender eyes catch the dim glow of the
lamplight like an animal’s, her stand gleaming green as it coils endlessly
along the bed, slithering delicately towards Jotaro.  Jotaro considers
summoning Star Platinum. She considers asking Kakyoin to get off her bed. She
considers catching Kakyoin’s lower lip between her teeth.  
“Are you offering?” she asks.
Kakyoin’s approach is smooth and slow, giving Jotaro time to back away, time to
admire the look on Kakyoin’s face as she draws closer.  Their lips brush, and
Jotaro feels it in every cell of her body, possibilities crowding in on her.
She can’t think. She doesn’t want to think. She wants Kakyoin.
She cups her hand around Kakyoin’s strong jawline, urging her forward, and they
kiss again. Quick, hungry kisses, Kakyoin’s mouth sliding against Jotaro, her
lips teasing and coaxing until Jotaro’s mouth slips open. When Kakyoin slips
away from her, chest heaving for breath, her lips are glossy with Jotaro’s
spit, her face flushed, eyes focused on Jotaro’s face. Jotaro’s thumb slides
along her lower lip, and Kakyoin’s tongue darts out to lick at it.
Fuck it, Jotaro thinks, and catches Kakyoin around the waist, her hand skimming
over the small of Kakyoin’s back and settling on her hip. Kakyoin leans into
her, and the press of her small breasts against Jotaro’s torso is electric.
Jotaro’s held her before- after the battle when she thought Kakyoin was blind,
maybe dead, she clutched her to her chest- but Kakyoin’s limp body was so
different from Kakyoin now, so fierce and alive in her lap.
Kakyoin hooks her thumb under the edge of Jotaro’s tank top and pulls, sliding
the strap down to bare Jotaro’s shoulder. There’s a question in her face.
Jotaro answers it by tilting her head back to expose her neck, the gesture part
provocation and part consent. “Do what you want to me,” it says.
Kakyoin complies. She leaves a trail of kisses from Jotaro’s collarbone to the
hinge of her jaw. Her teeth skim the tender skin there, and Jotaro forgets how
to forms words. She lets Kakyoin form a fast in her dark, curly hair, and suck
a bruise into her neck.  She’s going to have a hickey tomorrow, and she doesn’t
care. She wants more.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin murmurs, her voice low and husky in Jotaro’s ear. “I like
you.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Jotaro says, breathless.
“No,” Kakyoin says, and sits back. She’s got her battle face on,  do-or-die
ruthlessness clear across her face. “I really like you. We could die tomorrow.
But if I knew I would live to be a hundred, I’d still want you.”
Jotaro’s eyebrows go up.
“Do we have to talk about feelings?” she asks, and it comes out as surly as she
feels. Confessions leave a bad taste in her mouth. She knows how Kakyoin feels.
She knew it the moment Kakyoin came out of the bathroom without her coat on,
her bra visible through the thin fabric of her uniform shirt. She knew it
yesterday, when Kakyoin fell asleep during the long car ride, her head propped
up against Jotaro’s shoulder. Jotaro is a patient woman, but it’s harder to be
patient with Kakyoin’s warm body pressed against her.
“Can’t we just make out?”
A grin blossoms on Kakyoin’s face. She cups the side of Jotaro’s face in one
hand, and draws close, anticipation bright on her face.
“Let’s do it,” she murmurs, her voice low and husky. “Just don’t flinch.”
“I never flinch,” Jotaro says, and kisses her. With her arm around Kakyoin’s
waist, she can feel the weight of her body, the shape of her trim waist, the
way her skin yields to the pressure of Jotaro’s hands. Kakyoin slips one arm
around Jotaro’s shoulder and kisses her open-mouthed and sloppy, too hungry for
Jotaro to care about grace. Kakyoin’s hand is at Jotaro’s waistband, then under
her shirt, caressing Jotaro’s skin, and Jotaro can’t help but shudder. She
always thought the actors in movies were exaggerating; she never thought a
simple touch could feel so electric. Kakyoin’s fingers rise higher, skimming
the bottom of Jotaro’s breasts, and then, impossibly, she hesitates.
“Can I touch you?” she murmurs.
“Yeah,” Jotaro says stupidly. Hierophant Green tears off her shirt in a single
movement, and Jotaro can't even care. Kakyoin’s hands on her feel so good.
Kakyoin is so pretty, and her hands are so warm, and Jotaro’s whole body is hot
as a fever, every inch of her longing to feel more. She gropes at the curve of
Kakyoin’s ass, and Kakyoin gasps into her mouth. Hierophant Green’s tentacles
are crawling up Jotaro’s legs, caressing and slithering at her skin, and she
doesn’t mind at all. Kakyoin’s got her pinned, but it’s exactly where she wants
to be.
A piece of Hierophant Green slides between her thighs, rubbing against her
through the fabric of her pants, and Jotaro's hips jerk upwards, wanting more.
“Pants off?” Kakyoin asks.
“No need to hurry,” Jotaro says. “We’ve got all night.”
“Oh?” Kakyoin says, a smile growing on her wide mouth. An eerie light shines
behind her eyes as she calls on her stand, casting green shadows across her
face. Her stand winds through the buttons on her shirt, lightning fast, and in
a flash of green they all come undone. Kakyoin lifts her shirt over her head,
flexing the muscles in her wiry arms, and tosses it carelessly behind her.
“Show-off,” Jotaro says, and slides her hand up to the warm, bare curve of
Kakyoin’s waist. Kakyoin is so slim; Jotaro likes the look of her pale skin
against Jotaro's large, sun-browned hand.
“God, you're so big,” Kakyoin says hungrily. Her nails skate along Jotaro's
bare shoulder and down her arm, stopping at the wide swell of Jotaro's forearm.
Jotaro flexes a little, forcing Kakyoin’s fingers apart with the motion, and
smirks at Kakyoin’s little intake of breath. When she places her other hand on
Kakyoin’s side, she can almost make her fingers touch around Kakyoin’s waist.
Kakyoin interlinks her fingers with Jotaro's and moves their hands
upwards, tracing the curves of her own body with Jotaro's hand. She places that
hand at her jawline, her delicate face small against Jotaro's large, square
fingers. Her mouth opens. She bites delicately at the pad of Jotaro's thumb in
an unspoken challenge, her eyes still locked on Jotaro's face. It's a bet
Jotaro's dying to take. She watches as Kakyoin envelopes the two of them in
Hierophant Green's tentacles, the stand slipping under Jotaro's belts and
pressing her through her boxers. Does Kakyoin do this when she's alone? An
image flashes into Jotaro’s mind- Kakyoin naked, legs spread, biting her hand
in an effort to stay quiet as her stand slides in and out of her wet pussy.
Fuck. Jotaro could come from that image alone, her fingers deep in herself, but
she doesn't have to fantasize. She's got Kakyoin right here, shirtless and
ready. 
Jotaro gives in to the urge to suck more hickeys into Kakyoin's neck, relishing
the way Kakyoin’s breathing grows ragged and harsh. Her soft breasts press
against Jotaro as her back arches, and it is suddenly intolerable for her to be
wearing a bra. Star Platinum rises to her need, and Kakyoin’s bra is quickly
unbuttoned and discarded, leaving her naked body flush against Jotaro. Her
stand slips its hand under Kakyoin’s gakuran, as Jotaro takes one nipple into
her mouth, and Kakyoin gasps. Her nails dig into Jotaro's shoulders, a spot of
pain that only makes the pleasure more intense. Through Star Platinum, Jotaro
can see it all- the way Kakyoin's eyelids flutter, the flex and arch of her
back muscles, the way her mouth opens and closes in silent gasps in response to
Jotaro's movements. Jotaro sucks hard on one nipple, and Kakyoin bites her hand
in an attempt to stifle her moans.
“Stop that,” Jotaro murmurs through Star Platinum. “I want to hear you.”
“Fuck, Jojo,” Kakyoin says breathlessly. Jotaro’s wet just from hearing the
sound of her voice, from feeling the little movements of her hips as she grinds
against Star Platinum’s hand. Star Platinum begins unbuttoning Kakyoin’s
gakuran, and Kakyoin weakly bats its hand away.
“Ah,” she says. “N-not until you take your pants off, J-jojo.”  A strand of
Hierophant Green winds into Jotaro's pants like a warning.
“Don't you dare,” Jotaro says. Kakyoin only smiles and slides one finger under
the strap of Jotaro's shirt.
The challenge hangs in the air between them, palpable as the dim light of
evening. Jotaro pauses a moment to appreciate the sight of Kakyoin shirtless on
her lap and then she rolls the two of them over.  Kakyoin makes a startled
noise, and then they're entangled, Kakyoin laughing as Jotaro presses little
kisses to her neck. Another movement puts Kakyoin flat on her back, Jotaro
lying on top of her.
“What was that for?” Kakyoin asks, a grin splitting her face.
“You were getting smug,” Jotaro says, admiring the way Kakyoin's undercut looks
with her flat on the bed. Her curls are all askew, and her breathing goes fast
and shallow when Jotaro lowers her head to suck on her nipples. Her back
arches. The sensation of Kakyoin's body pressed against her is hot and
overwhelming- her legs tangled in Jotaro's legs, her hand in Jotaro's hair, her
other arm slung across Jotaro's shoulders. Star Platinum unbuckles Jotaro's
belts and slides her pants off, and then she's down to her boxers. 
“Good enough?” she murmurs into Kakyoin’s ear.
“Yeah,” Kakyoin says breathily, her hand sneaking around to grope at Jotaro’s
ass. “The best. Wish we’d done this on the fourth date.”
Jotaro laughs. She can’t help it.
“What were the first three dates? The time you tried to kill me? The romantic
boat trip on a monkey's stand?” Kakyoin grins up at her.
“I thought the time you saved my life was pretty romantic,” she says.
“Some romance,” Jotaro says. Kakyoin's response is to slide her hand along the
curve of Jotaro’s ass. Jotaro raises an eyebrow at this, and Kakyoin grins
back, shameless. Two can play at that game. Jotaro slips her hand downwards,
along the expanse of Kakyoin’s wiry, smooth stomach, and under the her skirt
and into her underwear.
“Ah,” Kakyoin gasps, and curls one leg around Jotaro’s back. Her hips buck
upwards as Jotaro’s fingers slip between her thighs and caress her wet clit.
Hierophant Green is winding between Jotaro’s legs, a thick tentacle sliding
against her through the front of her pants. Jotaro curls a finger into Kakyoin,
and Kakyoin moans shamelessly, her back arching against the bed.  
“Yeah,” she gasps, “just like that-” and it’s the hottest thing Jotaro’s ever
fucking heard. She adds another finger, and watches the way Kakyoin face
changes as Jotaro fingers her. Her mouth is half open, her eyelids fluttering
as Jotaro’s fingers slide in and out of her, making filthy wet sounds. Her
green skirt is hitched up to her waist, her underwear stretched around Jotaro’s
hand, her stand fading in and out as her focus wavers.  
“Let me take my underwear off,” Kakyoin gasps out.  Her arms hook around
Jotaro, and then Hierophant Green yanks. Kakyoin’s stand isn’t much stronger
than Kakyoin herself. Jotaro could resist being rolled over if she wanted to.
She doesn’t. She lets Hierophant Green roll her onto her back, and pull off her
shirt. The bedside lamp clicks on, and the hotel room is flooded with soft,
golden light. Kakyoin is so bright and pretty as she sits straddling Jotaro’s
waist, her nipples peaky and wet from Jotaro’s mouth.
“You wanted to see me, didn’t you?” Kakyoin asks, and tosses her head back, her
curls swinging delicately around her face. Her stand climbs her legs, unzipping
the back of her skirt, and at a movement the garment pools around her legs,
revealing her white panties.
“Damn,” Jotaro says, and Kakyoin grins, a little flush visible on her face, and
slides down her underwear, too. The hair between her legs is short and wavy,
the same bright red as her hair. Her stand’s green tentacle looks obscene
against the red curls as it winds between her legs, rubbing at her clit.
“Damn,” Jotaro repeats, caught by the sight of Kakyoin naked and unashamed, her
wide lower lip caught between her teeth as she rubs against her stand.
Kakyoin’s eyelids flutter, and her head tilts to the side, her breath caught in
a little moan. Her back arches just a little, and Jotaro gives in to the urge
to lick her breasts. Star Platinum appears, and its hands roam along Kakyoin’s
body, holding her from behind.
“Jojo,” Kakyoin says throatily.  “I thought you wanted to see.” She pushes
Jotaro’s head back with one hand, her hips sliding forward slightly as the
first coil of Hierophant Green pushes into her.
“I want to make you feel good,” Kakyoin says, placing her hands on Jotaro’s
shoulders and pushing her back down against the bed. Hierophant Green slides
under Jotaro’s boxers, and Jotaro nods.
Things proceed quickly. Jotaro orders Star Platinum to undo her belts and slide
down her pants, and then she’s lying naked under Kakyoin, her boxers around her
knees, Hierophant Green pushing between her thick black curls. Jotaro expects
Kakyoin to fuck her, but instead Kakyoin sits back and lowers her head between
Jotaro’s thighs.
Oh. Oh fuck. Kakyoin’s tongue slides along Jotaro’s folds, and then pushes into
her, and Jotaro shudders, her toes curling, her body hot with pleasure. She
can’t think. Kakyoin is making the most obscene, wet noises, her face buried in
the dark hair of Jotaro’s crotch, her fingers sliding easily in and out of
Jotaro. Jotaro couldn’t say a word if she wanted to. There’s a low ache in her
stomach, like a fire’s been lit inside her, and every slide of Kakyoin’s tongue
against her clit brings her closer and closer to burning up entirely.
 Hierophant Green slides in further, filling Jotaro up, pressing into that
final desperate half-inch that Jotaro craves so badly, and Jotaro comes undone.
Jotaro doesn’t make a sound when she comes. She can’t. Her body’s slipped
beyond her control, hijacked by the shudder of sensation that demands to be
felt. It’s unbearably perfect, so good it can barely last, and when it passes
Jotaro is left utterly limp and empty, body still trembling with the
aftershocks.
She lies flat on her back and tries to remember her name.
Kakyoin is still between her legs, though she’s drawn her head back. She’s- god
damn- she’s watching Jotaro’s face hungrily, a smile on her wide, wet lips.
“Fuck,” Jotaro manages.
“Yeah,” Kakyoin says, grinning, and wipes her mouth on the tender inside of
Jotaro’s thigh, eliciting a shudder.  Her breasts swing as she rises, crawling
along the bed to lie naked on top of Jotaro.  Through Star Platinum, Jotaro has
an amazing view of the two of them- Jotaro, flat on the bed, one arm around
Kakyoin’s waist, and Kakyoin, her hips spread, her muscles shuddering as
Hierophant Green slides in and out of her pussy.  Jotaro wants to fuck her.
“Let me help,” Jotaro murmurs, and Star Platinum’s fingers dip down, reaching
between Kakyoin’s thighs, and Kakyoin gasps open-mouthed against the skin of
Jotaro’s neck. Jotaro’s come, but it stirs heat inside of her to feel Kakyoin’s
body like this, warm against her fingers, her pussy stretched open for Jotaro
to feel. It’s not long before she comes with a low moan, her body going taut
around Jotaro’s fingers, her fingers grasping blindly at the covers.
“Noriaki,” Jotaro says, and Kakyoin tangles their fingers together.
They lie there a long while, breathing slowly returning to normal. Kakyoin
tucks her head under Jotaro’s shoulder; she makes a sleepy little noise when
Jotaro has Star Platinum bring her a cigarette, but doesn’t otherwise stir. Her
skin is pleasantly warm against Jotaro’s, her weight comforting as a blanket.
“Hey,” Jotaro says, and nudges Kakyoin gently until she rolls off, her eyelids
heavy with sleep.
“Mmm?” Kakyoin says.
“I’m gonna order in dinner,” Jotaro says. “What do you want?”
“Don’t care,” Kakyoin says drowsily, and then seems to think better. “Something
with rice, and maybe some champagne, if they have it.”
“Celebrating?” Jotaro asks, smiling, and Kakyoin smiles back at her.
“Yeah,” she says. They lie there, Jotaro torn between ordering something and
falling asleep, and then something occurs to her.  
“Hey,” Jotaro says. “When you did that thing with the cherry, were you
flirting?”
Kakyoin sits bolt upright, propelled into alertness by the sheer power of
outrage. From the look on her face, Jotaro can guess the answer. 
“You are dense as a brick,” Kakyoin proclaims.
“Good grief,” Jotaro says. “You could have asked.”
“I did ask,” Kakyoin says. Jotaro, having no verbal comeback, shoves her half-
heartedly. Kakyoin retaliates by bopping her with a pillow. Oh, it’s on. Their
skirmish doesn’t come to an end until Star Platinum breaks a pillow over
Kakyoin’s head, causing both of them to burst into startled laughter.
“Aren’t we supposed to do this before having sex?” Kakyoin says, laughing.
“Well,” Jotaro says, faking thoughtfulness, “if we just have sex again, then-”
She doesn’t get to finish her sentence. Kakyoin is kissing her.
They forget to order dinner.
---
They come out of their room late the next morning, uniforms hastily thrown on.
When Polnareff catches sight of the two of them, she gasps theatrically and
points to Kakyoin's neck. 
“Kakyoin, what is that?” she demands.
“Not your problem,” Kakyoin retorts, menace radiating from her like heat from a
fire. Polnareff quails, then rallies.
“What’s with yourneck, Jotaro?” she asks, turning towards Jotaro.
“It’s a hickey,” Jotaro replies. “Kakyoin made it. I’m going to go get
breakfast.” She strides past the group into the lobby, and just as she’s
turning into the cafeteria, she hears the distinct sound of an Emerald Splash,
and smiles.
Her girlfriend’s got quite the temper.
End Notes
     shout out to my beta Hasturismycopilot, without whom this would suck
     approximately ten million times more
     [retreats back to my comfort zone, never to write porn again]
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