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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/Higashikata_Josuke
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Giorno_Giovanna
  Additional Tags:
      Rough_Sex, Hair-pulling, Masturbation, Anal_Sex, Incest, Trans_Male
      Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-26 Words: 1615
****** i just can't help myself ******
by honeypup
Summary
     josuke fucks giorno with a strap-on
Notes
     its tagged as underage bc josuke is 18 and gio is 16. idk
See the end of the work for more notes
Giorno undid his hair for the night. He ran his brush through it a few times
and watched as his curls bounced against his shoulders. Satisfied, he flopped
against the hotel bed. It shook a little with his weight, even though he didn't
weight that much.
"Hm," he moved again, and the bed creaked softly.
His face started to heat up a little when an idea popped into his head, but he
pushed those thoughts out of his mind for now. It wasn't like he didn't have
time to get off. He knew that Josuke took the longest showers, and that was
because of his terrible choice at hairspray. He always picked a brand that took
forever to wash out of his hair. He wouldn't take the kind Giorno offered him,
even though the brand he used didn't damage his hair as much.
He sighed and decided that he had enough time. It wouldn't matter if Josuke
happened to finish his shower early and catch him in the act. Knowing him, he'd
probably think it was hot and join in.
He chewed on his bottom lip and yanked down his boxers. He kept them around his
ankles, but only because it was convenient. He wasn't worried about getting
caught now.
"Ohh," he moaned softly as he started stroking himself. Precum had already
created a small wet spot on his boxers, but it made it easier to move his hand,
and it felt much better than just licking his palm and going at it.
He pushed two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked sloppily, imagining that
it was Josuke's fingers in his mouth rather than his own. He almost wished he'd
joined him in the shower, but he wasn't about to show him how needy he was to
get fucked. He spread his legs apart, tightening his grip on his cock, and
stroked faster.
He flipped onto his elbows and knees, face pressed into the pillows and his ass
in the air. It was his favorite position for getting fingered because of how
deep he could reach, and he always came faster this way. He pulled his dripping
fingers away from his mouth and rubbed his entrance. He was too impatient to
take his time and tease himself, so he forced his two fingers in.
He'd be humiliated if Josuke walked out and heard the shameful sounds he was
making, but he couldn't help himself. The lack of lubricant made it burn when
he scissored his fingers, but it felt so, so good. He imagined that it was
Josuke fucking him as a punishment for touching himself without permission.
"A-ah!" he choked on his moans and plunged his fingers in harder. He squeezed
his fist around the head, and precum gushed out and created a wet spot on the
sheets.
His thighs trembled as he jammed his fingers against his prostate with each
thrust. He jerked his hips forward, and then roughly back against his hand. It
was the perfert rhythm, and if he kept this up, he'd be cumming soon enough. He
spread his legs a little more, and his cheeks flushed at the way his balls
slapped against the back of his hand each time he moved. The sounds were enough
to bring heat pooling in his stomach, and he was just about to cum, but-
"You really couldn't wait until after my shower, baby?" Josuke spoke up.
He shuddered and turned his head to the side. He tried to say something, but
all that came out was a soft moan.
Josuke laughed at him and leaned closer, just barely brushing his lips against
his cheek. "Babydoll, you want me to fuck you?" he whispered.
Giorno whined and clenched around his fingers. "Please," he panted. "I was so
close...I want you inside me, oh, please."
"I'm just gonna get my strap-on, okay? Hang tight. Keep fingerin' yourself, but
you can't cum until I'm in you." He tried to sound dominant, but the sight of
his boyfriend like this turned him the fuck on, and his voice shook a little at
how desperate he was for him.
He let go of his cock in favor of thoroughly preparing himself. He shakily went
back to moving his fingers, and he had to try his hardest not to get jam them
against his prostate. He had to he good, because he really wanted to get
fucked. He couldn't think of what the punishment might be, but he knew Josuke
had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Giorno had a dozen more, but he wouldn't
test him.
He barely registered the sound of the straps being clicked into place, or the
snap of opening their shared bottle of lube. He was too busy, fingers pressed
to the last knuckle, and if he didn't have at least some dignity left, he'd
have been fisting himself by now.
Josuke grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers out of him. He sighed, missing
the feeling of being full, but then he felt the thick shaft being pushed
against his rear, and gasped beautifully. It was always a treat when Josuke
fucked him like this.
"P-please..." his voice shook. He let himself fall onto the pillows again and
pulled his cheeks apart, fully presenting himself to his boyfriend.
Josuke couldn't deny him any longer, so he filled him with one, steady thrust.
The added lube made it easier, but there was some resistance. He wanted to
stop, to ask Giorno if he needed time to adjust, but he knew he was going to
tell him he wanted it like this, when it made sitting still difficult and his
muscles burned like fire.
"God, I can feel how tight you are." He groaned. He slipped out of him, only to
push back in, and repeat. It was a tease and he knew Giorno hated it, and would
probably get him back later for doing it, but the way he squirmed and tried to
urge him on was worth it.
Giorno lifted himself onto his knees and leaned on his boyfriend's chest. The
position changed the angle so that he was hitting him just right, and it
cushioned his knees more. He grabbed at Josuke's hair and kissed him sloppily.
He gasped, high-pitched and needy, when Josuke's nails dug into his sides,
forcing himself as deep as he could go.
"Next time," Josuke huffed out, kissing the nape of the blond's neck. "I wanna
eat you out untill you're cryin' for me to fuck you." He bit into the meat of
his shoulder, just skimming the star birthmark.
Giorno wheezed and reached between his legs to fist his dripping cock. He
couldn't hold himself up anymore and fell forward. He sobbed onto the sheets,
needily trying to rock backwards and get some relief.
"Would you like that, baby?" he pulled all the way out, slapping the slick
plastic tip against Giorno's stretched opening.
Giorno panted hotly and dug his nails into his palms. "I can't hold it anymore!
I need your cock in me, Josuke..." He looked over his shoulder and with a shaky
hand, tried to guide the strap-on into him.
He couldn't say no to that pretty, flushed face. He grabbed Giorno's ass and
ground his hips against him, slipping the plastic cock into him once again. His
pale skin was a rosy-red from the rough groping, and god, did Josuke think he
looked beautiful like this. He wanted to hoist him over his knee and spank him
until he cried, but he'd save that for another day.
"Fuck, Gio." he grasped the curly ends of his hair and tugged until the blond's
neck was stretched back. He used his hair as leverage for his thrusts, but he
was careful enough that doing it wouldn't hurt him too much.
His thrusts faltered slightly as he reached under their bodies to grip Giorno's
cock. He kissed his birthmark, occasionally lapping at the sweat on his skin.
"Baby, you gonna cum for me?" he asked. He almost laughed at the way Giorno was
thrusting into his fist. He was so desperate.
"Please, please, please-" he chanted. He rolled his hips back, and the way
Josuke groped his balls made him want to scream. His vision was blurry with
tears, and all he wanted was to fucking cum.
Josuke leaned forward, allowing his naked breasts to press against his
boyfriend's back, and brushed his teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Well, don't hold back." He said.
Giorno's knees twitched as he came, hot spurts of white shooting from his cock
and dripping onto the sheets and Josuke's hand. He mewled into the pillow,
still pushing his hips back, trying to prolong his orgasm for as long as he
could. Even though nothing more was coming out, Josuke kept jerking him off and
bucking his hips into him.
"O-oh..." he gasped and fell onto the sheets. Josuke slowly pulled out him and
undid the straps of the harness. He tossed it aside somewhere, and then
gathered Giorno into his arms.
"You were so good for me." He kissed his cheeks, and his nose, and his lips.
"You okay? That was like, really intense." he laughed quietly.
"Yeah." his voice was a little hoarse, but he'd be fine after a glass of water.
He ran his hands through Josuke's loose, curly hair. "You don't want me to get
you off?" he frowned.
Josuke just shook his head. "I'm more worried about getting you all cleaned up.
It's gonna suck when that dries." he stuck his tongue out at him. "Let's go
shower, baby." he winked, giggling as he ran into the bathroom.
End Notes
     lmao
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owly, pulling away and opening his eyes wide to stare at Derek,
who's watching him with an intensity that feels both familiar and all kinds of
brand new. He swallows hard.
"What is this?" Derek asks again.
Easy as sin, Babs reminds him in a whisper, and maybe he isn't like her, maybe
he's not good at just taking what he wants and rolling with it, but he can take
a page out of her book and at least try. "Kiss me?" he asks Derek, and his
voice miraculously doesn't tremble. He wants to beg, wishes he could outright
demand, but this is who he is and what he's got, and all he can do is hope it's
enough.
Derek stares at him for what feels like forever before he lifts one hand to the
back of Stiles' head and drags him in. Stiles has never kissed anyone before,
not really, and he thinks that's one of the reasons Babs dove back into the
backseat when she did. He wants to shout at her for it, because he has no clue
what he's doing, but then Derek's lips are sliding over his, and it's the
easiest thing in the world to open to him.
That's it, Babs praises as Derek licks into Stiles' mouth. Go with the flow,
babe.
Stiles makes a small sound (it's not a whimper, thank you very much), and Derek
groans, his hands clamping around Stiles' hips as he shoves himself up and
bites down gently on Stiles' bottom lip, and oh, God, this is nothing and
everything like Stiles always imagined, when he dared to let himself imagine.
He thrusts his tongue into Derek's mouth and grinds down, and it's almost
instinct to roll his hips just so, in a way that makes Derek pull away from his
mouth with a whine and latch onto his neck.
Stiles tilts his head to give him more access, and it's the hottest thing in
the world, Derek marking him like he owns him, out of control and running on
instinct just like Stiles is, only Derek's instincts are werewolf instincts,
which just adds a whole new level of ohgodyesplease that Stiles thinks he
should maybe question himself about when he has the time. Or maybe question
Babs about, because it's probably her fault.
One hand lifts to the nape of Derek's neck, and his fingers curl into the thick
hair there and tug. Stiles only realizes that it's Babs when Derek's hips
thrust again, when his spine arches and he moans against Stiles' skin. Babs
coos inside Stiles' head and withdraws again, and Stiles is left petting Derek,
soothing the spot with tender fingers and gentler tugs that leave Derek
whimpering.
Derek's fingers are clumsy when they find the hem of Stiles' t-shirt and lift,
and Stiles only makes it more difficult when he doesn't want to relinquish his
hold on Derek long enough to lift his arms. Derek growls, and his eyes flash
(and dear God that shouldn’t be so hot right now), and the shirt tears right
down the middle and falls to the floor.
And okay, yeah, Derek maybe had the right idea, because he darts forward and
his mouth immediately latches onto one of Stiles' nipples, and now it's all
Stiles can do to hold on when he feels it like an electrical current beneath
his skin. Easy, tiger, Babs whispers, soothing him with a soft mental caress.
His hands are latched onto Derek's shoulders, digging in hard enough to bruise,
and he groans at the feel of fang against skin – not hard enough to pierce,
just enough to feel. "Derek, Derek, oh fuck," he gasps, and feels Derek's lips
curve.
Who's supposed to be seducing who, here, anyway?
Haven't I taught you anything? Babs asks him. If you want to be in charge, you
have to take it. Own it. So saying, she takes control of one of his hands,
snakes it down Derek's chest and runs the fingers over the top of Derek's
jeans. Derek's breath hitches as she fades into the background again, and
Stiles is left fumbling at the button, unhooking it and grabbing for the zipper
with a hastiness that definitely gives away his inexperience.
"Stiles," Derek moans, pressing his forehead against Stiles' collarbone.
Stiles grins a little, wiggling his fingers into Derek's pants, reaching down
until he can cup the hard length of Derek's dick in his palm. "Guess whatever
I'm doing, I must be doing right, huh?" he asks breathlessly, adding a silent
thank you to Babs. Derek is shaking, fine tremors running up and down his spine
as he gasps Stiles' name again, as he looks up and his eyes flash that gorgeous
alpha-red with his desperation. Stiles feels powerful in a way he's never felt
before, and he squeezes gently just so he can hear the sounds that pour from
Derek's throat when he does.
From the caverns within his mind, Babs is approving. Good boy, she says. That's
very good, sugar. Her praise feels like sunshine and rainbows, and also makes
him want to, like, wag his nonexistent tail and roll around in it, but he
doesn't tell her either of those things because she'll just make fun of him. A
lot.
Instead, he watches as Derek follows his lead, pulling Stiles jeans apart and
lifting him enough that he can shove them down and off. It's totally unfair
that Stiles is the mostly naked one here, but it's really hard to care as much
as he should when Derek is dipping a hand into his boxers and tugging his dick
free and stroking and oh, God, Jesus fucking Christ there's no way he's going
to last very long here.
Stiles leans forward, biting down on Derek's t-shirt clad shoulder to ground
himself as he matches Derek's pace and tries desperately not to come to soon,
because he wants it to be together, and he doesn't care how cheesy it is. Babs
spreads herself out inside him, warming him, giving him some measure of control
as he thrusts harder into Derek's grip. He's close, babe, he's so close. You
don't have to hold on for long.
And that's good, because there's no way he can, even with her helping him. He
tightens his grasp on Derek's cock just a little, just enough, and twists his
wrist in a way that makes Derek howl against his skin.
Their mouths meet again in a clash of tongues and teeth and greed, and their
hips thrust frantically in time with each other, and then one of them – Stiles
is never sure who, later – growls, "Now, now, come now," and that's it. Stiles
spills into Derek's hand, feels Derek come warm and wet over his, and they're
left gasping into each other's mouths for a long time after as they slowly come
down from the high.
Babs sighs appreciatively. Mmm, okay, yeah, that was worth the wait.
I'll say, Stiles agrees, even though coherent thought is taking a whole lot of
effort right now. He curls himself into Derek's hold, nuzzling into his neck
even as Derek's arms come back up around him.
"Stiles," Derek rumbles.
"Derek," Stiles replies, his voice sounding small and far away to his own ears.
"We need to talk." Derek noses at his cheek until Stiles turns just enough to
look up at him.
"Hmm?" he asks.
Derek watches him for a long moment before bending to press a hard kiss to
Stiles' mouth. "If this is going to happen again, that demon friend of yours
should probably know that I don't share well."
The sound Stiles makes this time is definitely a meep. "You knew?" he demands.
He would probably be flailing if Derek's arms weren't wrapped around him like
particularly possessive vines.
"You've always smelled a little like sulfur," Derek tells him, "But when the
demon was closer to the surface, it got a lot stronger. Also, your eyes went
black a couple times there." Well, that's definitely news to Stiles. He
mentally glares at Babs as Derek continues, "I'm not an idiot. The only reason
I let anything happen was because it gave up control when it really counted."
Inside his head, Babs is cackling. Ooh, I knew I liked him for a reason!
Stiles buries his face against Derek's chest, moaning. "She only did it because
I –"
"I know," Derek says, petting him, saving him from having to admit his own
complete and total lack of balls out loud. "But you're mine, and she better
understand that."
A shudder goes through Stiles, and he wriggles happily against Derek. "She
knows." Damn right I do, sugar, she says. "She's just sort of…leasing?" He's
never really thought about their arrangement like that, but it works. "But
Derek, I…" He swallows, curling up tighter into Derek's arms. "I'm definitely
yours. She's cool with that."
"Fair enough," Derek says. He pauses thoughtfully. "I guess I kind of like the
idea of someone watching your back when I can't." He says it begrudgingly, but
it still comes out honest. And then his voice lowers to a growl when he says,
"Think she can disappear for a while if I take you to bed and do this
properly?"
Stiles grins. "I think she can probably be convinced."
She cackles. Yeah, babe, I'll give you two some privacy. Just be sure to ask
him about his knot before you get to the good stuff.
Stiles is left choking on his own breath, staring wide-eyed at Derek as she
disappears into the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind again.
She is, without doubt, pure evil.
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