A girl with needs [Jojo's Bizarre Adventure - Jolyne Kujo, Ermes Costello]
Title: A girl with needs
Fandom: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Characters: Jolyne Kujo, Ermes Costello
Rating: NSFW
Wordcount: 1610
Warnings: femslash, fisting
Notes:
1. I'm not even at Part 6 w h a t
2. something something COWT
Enjoy!
«Jesus fucking christ».
«I haven’t even pulled down your panties yet» Ermes chided Jolyne, her thumb pressing rough over the fabric that covered her vulva.
«I know, but fuck, I’m so horny I can barely think!».
«I noticed, you’re soaking wet already».
«Just get on with it, Ermes!» Jolyne threw her arms over her head and grabbed the metal bars of her bed. The lack of a decent light didn’t stop Ermes from admiring, among the shadows thrown inside the cell room they’ve been sharing, her flushed face and the bangs of her flashy fringe sticking with sweat on her forehead. Ermes had never thought of herself as one who would appreciate women on a level deeper than mere aesthetics, but perhaps it was all fault of the forced intimacy she had to share with a prime pervert like Jolyne. Perhaps, her foul mouth ready to shout profanities as much as it was ready to lick off people’s genitals broke some shackles in her soul, or perhaps Ermes was just tired of being alone in her bed, denying herself pleasure out of guilt.
«I’m on it, Jolyne, don’t rush it» she scolded her impatience, laying a gentle kiss on her tanned stomach, and finally lowering her underwear; the contact of her swollen and wet labia with the cool air of the prison make Jolyne gasp and grunt «Just do me, for fuck’s sake!».
«Sssh, there could be guards passing nearby».
«Screw them, who cares».
«I do, I don’t want to risk isolation for either of us because you can’t keep your legs closed».
If there was any sort of shame in Jolyne, that could have been the right time to show it, and she blessed the shadows that covered well enough her reddening cheeks. Without a second though, Ermes buried a finger deep inside her with no difficulties, commenting «I’d never thought you would be so aroused, already».
«Think again» Jolyne smirked, and grunted again «Put another one, quick».
Even with her middle and index fingers, it was easy to slide inside her to the knuckle and then push and pull, covering them in a thin film of liquid, like a watered-down slime, that helped her fingers run. Her thumb brushed over Jolyne’s clitoris, hard under the skin and overly sensitive, judging by Jolyne’s moans, maybe too loud to be completely true, Ermes hadn’t got enough time to understand if the other was really was vocal, or if she saw too many porn videos and tried to imitate the fake screams of pornstars… Ermes found them embarrassing at times.
«Keep going, keep going» Jolyne’s moans were never high-pitched, but were really loud,as her pants and huffs were, and Ermes was absolutely sure someone had heard her and hoped it wasn’t a whistleblower ready to throw them to the guards: spending days in isolation because her roommate couldn’t keep her voice down would have been humiliating. Would have it been worthy the feeling of her body trembling in thrill and throbbing under her touch?
Ermes kept all of her doubt for another time, and closed her lips over the point she had been tormenting, licked the small and hard protrusion hidden under the skin, and slid her ring finger to join the other two already thrusting inside Jolyne. Everything about her was lewd, even the way she arched her back for the illusion of being penetrated deeper by the digits, and especially how she alternated a clear moan and a strangled gasp as her breath got more shallow, and as much as Ermes told to herself she wasn’t remotely as lewd as her, she was grateful no one could notice in that moment how much her own underwear was becoming humid and uncomfortable, the more Jolyne pulsed around her fingers and shivered under her mouth.
She didn’t have to ask if she was doing well, since the other’s comments of «Yes! Yes! Aah!» were enough of an answer. Jolyne’s skin was warm at the touch, its taste reminisced Ermes of the wildest dreams she had, the ones from where she would wake up full of built-up desire and a desperate need to fulfill it. Maybe not with a woman, not any woman. Jolyne however was something else for her, needy and infecting her with her vulgarity, and more than happy to be fucked and fuck. It was awkward, having to admit she could give Ermes the best orgasms of her life.
«Another-» Jolyne suddenly gasped, gripping Ermes’ hair to keep her in place, but it wasn’t enough to let the other rise her head and stare with a mix of surprise and worry. «You mean, you want another finger?» she asked.
«Your whole hand».
«My...hand?» Ermes kept staring «Jolyne, I’m already at three fingers, I could hurt you».
«I know» Jolyne hissed, meeting her eyes «I know this will hurt me, but I don’t care. I trust you».
Ermes’ face got a bit redder «Oh, you pervert».
«Ermes, please, I promise I’ll do anything».
«You don’t have to promise me a thing, Jolyne». Her look moved from the other’s face to the sticky mess that was her own work with her own hands and tongue, stared at the already gaping and stretched vagina where half her hand was in already, and cautiously asked «Do you really want me to fist you?».
«Just do it already» she grunted, and with a reassuring smile she added «I’ll be fine, don’t worry».
Ermes nodded, and slowly re-began to move her fingers, curling them for moments and brushing against Jolyne’s aching walls, and with the utmost care she proceeded to let her smallest finger join the others, slowly pushing beyond her knuckles, and prompting a low sequence of «F-fuck» from Jolyne, her voice going hoarse, her legs shaking more and more.
«Am I hurting you?».
«Keep going, for fuck’s sake».
«Jolyne, I don’t want to hurt you, tell me if you’re in pain».
«I don’t care if you hurt me, really!» she tried to sit up, but the hand inside her blocked her abdomen from curling «I’ll be alright!».
«Are you sure?».
«All this talking is killing me, please, I’m so close...» she gasped, and grabbed her free hand. Ermes has never seen her so flustered and greedy for sex, and that was saying something, after all the nights they spent with legs stroking on their vulvas and countless grips on her breast.
Her lips weren’t shaking as much as her legs did, but Jolyne couldn’t keep them closed even if Ermes kissed them hungrily, trying to distract her from the obvious pain she was feeling, dull and pulsating, and from her thumb finally joining the rest of her hand, and carefully closed it into a ball. There were tears on the edge of Jolyne’s eyelashes, but her voice, nothing more than a grunt at that point, kept mumbling «Keep going, fuck me, don’t you dare stop, oh my god» interrupting every kiss Ermes placed on her mouth. She wasn’t sure if Jolyne was really enjoying it, if she had to be honest, but the state she wanted to be dragged to was something that spurred inside Ermes’ heart an urgency like never before, but she couldn’t use her lover in that babbling situation, it didn’t feel right, it didn’t even feel right to be fisting her, even if she begged her to.
Jolyne’s body went forceless after her orgasm, and Ermes didn’t realise she had come until her head was left on the pillow incapable of keeping itself up and her breath was just a chain of shallow pants with no moans. She took her hand off her as quick as she could without hurting her beyond what she already had done, and her free one cupped her face and she asked «Was it too much?».
«Y-yeah» Jolyne nodded, in a feeble whisper, quickly losing her warmth. «Fuck, I can’t feel my cunt...» she lamented, pressing her hand on her lower stomach «I guess it was too much even for me...».
«I’m sorry I hurt you».
«Jesus christ, stop apologizing, it was my first time».
Ermes stared in shock «Why the hell did you ask me that, then?».
«I was so horny» Jolyne explained, her eyes tearing up out of fatigue «and you know I’m a girl with needs… I just thought I could try it».
«This isn’t something you try, I thought you have already done that». If Ermes had given any less shit about Jolyne’s wellbeing, she could have slapped her face because of her stupidly kinky curiosity, but instead she lay next to Jolyne on the uncomfortable and hard mattress they shared after every time they had sex, leaving the other clean and cold, and let the other’s head search for her bosom as a pillow, and her hands looked for the touch of her warm and dirty palms. Jolyne had never cared in a negative way about that intimacy, she had never been distressed by the idea of all those liquids mixing and leaving a terrible after smell, although they didn’t really matter in that already stinky prison, and in a wicked sense, Ermes admired her adaptability, even if just for sex. She could have sweared Jolyne was perfectly fine, or even longed for the idea of having sex in a prison, fearing anyone could see and spit on her, but maybe Ermes’ fantasy was becoming too wild with her.
«Love ya, Ermes» she whispered, and Ermes smiled and replied with a voice holding the softness that only that girl could give her, as much as the depravity only her she could spike «Love you too, Jolyne».
( Link to AO3 )
Fandom: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Characters: Jolyne Kujo, Ermes Costello
Rating: NSFW
Wordcount: 1610
Warnings: femslash, fisting
Notes:
1. I'm not even at Part 6 w h a t
2. something something COWT
Enjoy!
«Jesus fucking christ».
«I haven’t even pulled down your panties yet» Ermes chided Jolyne, her thumb pressing rough over the fabric that covered her vulva.
«I know, but fuck, I’m so horny I can barely think!».
«I noticed, you’re soaking wet already».
«Just get on with it, Ermes!» Jolyne threw her arms over her head and grabbed the metal bars of her bed. The lack of a decent light didn’t stop Ermes from admiring, among the shadows thrown inside the cell room they’ve been sharing, her flushed face and the bangs of her flashy fringe sticking with sweat on her forehead. Ermes had never thought of herself as one who would appreciate women on a level deeper than mere aesthetics, but perhaps it was all fault of the forced intimacy she had to share with a prime pervert like Jolyne. Perhaps, her foul mouth ready to shout profanities as much as it was ready to lick off people’s genitals broke some shackles in her soul, or perhaps Ermes was just tired of being alone in her bed, denying herself pleasure out of guilt.
«I’m on it, Jolyne, don’t rush it» she scolded her impatience, laying a gentle kiss on her tanned stomach, and finally lowering her underwear; the contact of her swollen and wet labia with the cool air of the prison make Jolyne gasp and grunt «Just do me, for fuck’s sake!».
«Sssh, there could be guards passing nearby».
«Screw them, who cares».
«I do, I don’t want to risk isolation for either of us because you can’t keep your legs closed».
If there was any sort of shame in Jolyne, that could have been the right time to show it, and she blessed the shadows that covered well enough her reddening cheeks. Without a second though, Ermes buried a finger deep inside her with no difficulties, commenting «I’d never thought you would be so aroused, already».
«Think again» Jolyne smirked, and grunted again «Put another one, quick».
Even with her middle and index fingers, it was easy to slide inside her to the knuckle and then push and pull, covering them in a thin film of liquid, like a watered-down slime, that helped her fingers run. Her thumb brushed over Jolyne’s clitoris, hard under the skin and overly sensitive, judging by Jolyne’s moans, maybe too loud to be completely true, Ermes hadn’t got enough time to understand if the other was really was vocal, or if she saw too many porn videos and tried to imitate the fake screams of pornstars… Ermes found them embarrassing at times.
«Keep going, keep going» Jolyne’s moans were never high-pitched, but were really loud,as her pants and huffs were, and Ermes was absolutely sure someone had heard her and hoped it wasn’t a whistleblower ready to throw them to the guards: spending days in isolation because her roommate couldn’t keep her voice down would have been humiliating. Would have it been worthy the feeling of her body trembling in thrill and throbbing under her touch?
Ermes kept all of her doubt for another time, and closed her lips over the point she had been tormenting, licked the small and hard protrusion hidden under the skin, and slid her ring finger to join the other two already thrusting inside Jolyne. Everything about her was lewd, even the way she arched her back for the illusion of being penetrated deeper by the digits, and especially how she alternated a clear moan and a strangled gasp as her breath got more shallow, and as much as Ermes told to herself she wasn’t remotely as lewd as her, she was grateful no one could notice in that moment how much her own underwear was becoming humid and uncomfortable, the more Jolyne pulsed around her fingers and shivered under her mouth.
She didn’t have to ask if she was doing well, since the other’s comments of «Yes! Yes! Aah!» were enough of an answer. Jolyne’s skin was warm at the touch, its taste reminisced Ermes of the wildest dreams she had, the ones from where she would wake up full of built-up desire and a desperate need to fulfill it. Maybe not with a woman, not any woman. Jolyne however was something else for her, needy and infecting her with her vulgarity, and more than happy to be fucked and fuck. It was awkward, having to admit she could give Ermes the best orgasms of her life.
«Another-» Jolyne suddenly gasped, gripping Ermes’ hair to keep her in place, but it wasn’t enough to let the other rise her head and stare with a mix of surprise and worry. «You mean, you want another finger?» she asked.
«Your whole hand».
«My...hand?» Ermes kept staring «Jolyne, I’m already at three fingers, I could hurt you».
«I know» Jolyne hissed, meeting her eyes «I know this will hurt me, but I don’t care. I trust you».
Ermes’ face got a bit redder «Oh, you pervert».
«Ermes, please, I promise I’ll do anything».
«You don’t have to promise me a thing, Jolyne». Her look moved from the other’s face to the sticky mess that was her own work with her own hands and tongue, stared at the already gaping and stretched vagina where half her hand was in already, and cautiously asked «Do you really want me to fist you?».
«Just do it already» she grunted, and with a reassuring smile she added «I’ll be fine, don’t worry».
Ermes nodded, and slowly re-began to move her fingers, curling them for moments and brushing against Jolyne’s aching walls, and with the utmost care she proceeded to let her smallest finger join the others, slowly pushing beyond her knuckles, and prompting a low sequence of «F-fuck» from Jolyne, her voice going hoarse, her legs shaking more and more.
«Am I hurting you?».
«Keep going, for fuck’s sake».
«Jolyne, I don’t want to hurt you, tell me if you’re in pain».
«I don’t care if you hurt me, really!» she tried to sit up, but the hand inside her blocked her abdomen from curling «I’ll be alright!».
«Are you sure?».
«All this talking is killing me, please, I’m so close...» she gasped, and grabbed her free hand. Ermes has never seen her so flustered and greedy for sex, and that was saying something, after all the nights they spent with legs stroking on their vulvas and countless grips on her breast.
Her lips weren’t shaking as much as her legs did, but Jolyne couldn’t keep them closed even if Ermes kissed them hungrily, trying to distract her from the obvious pain she was feeling, dull and pulsating, and from her thumb finally joining the rest of her hand, and carefully closed it into a ball. There were tears on the edge of Jolyne’s eyelashes, but her voice, nothing more than a grunt at that point, kept mumbling «Keep going, fuck me, don’t you dare stop, oh my god» interrupting every kiss Ermes placed on her mouth. She wasn’t sure if Jolyne was really enjoying it, if she had to be honest, but the state she wanted to be dragged to was something that spurred inside Ermes’ heart an urgency like never before, but she couldn’t use her lover in that babbling situation, it didn’t feel right, it didn’t even feel right to be fisting her, even if she begged her to.
Jolyne’s body went forceless after her orgasm, and Ermes didn’t realise she had come until her head was left on the pillow incapable of keeping itself up and her breath was just a chain of shallow pants with no moans. She took her hand off her as quick as she could without hurting her beyond what she already had done, and her free one cupped her face and she asked «Was it too much?».
«Y-yeah» Jolyne nodded, in a feeble whisper, quickly losing her warmth. «Fuck, I can’t feel my cunt...» she lamented, pressing her hand on her lower stomach «I guess it was too much even for me...».
«I’m sorry I hurt you».
«Jesus christ, stop apologizing, it was my first time».
Ermes stared in shock «Why the hell did you ask me that, then?».
«I was so horny» Jolyne explained, her eyes tearing up out of fatigue «and you know I’m a girl with needs… I just thought I could try it».
«This isn’t something you try, I thought you have already done that». If Ermes had given any less shit about Jolyne’s wellbeing, she could have slapped her face because of her stupidly kinky curiosity, but instead she lay next to Jolyne on the uncomfortable and hard mattress they shared after every time they had sex, leaving the other clean and cold, and let the other’s head search for her bosom as a pillow, and her hands looked for the touch of her warm and dirty palms. Jolyne had never cared in a negative way about that intimacy, she had never been distressed by the idea of all those liquids mixing and leaving a terrible after smell, although they didn’t really matter in that already stinky prison, and in a wicked sense, Ermes admired her adaptability, even if just for sex. She could have sweared Jolyne was perfectly fine, or even longed for the idea of having sex in a prison, fearing anyone could see and spit on her, but maybe Ermes’ fantasy was becoming too wild with her.
«Love ya, Ermes» she whispered, and Ermes smiled and replied with a voice holding the softness that only that girl could give her, as much as the depravity only her she could spike «Love you too, Jolyne».
( Link to AO3 )