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Bottom jotaro? 🤭
ɴᴇᴠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: („ಡωಡ„) ᴀɴᴏɴ..ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴇꜱ!! ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴊᴏᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴀꜱᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ..ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀꜱꜱ..ᴏᴍɢ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪꜱᴛ—ᴍʏᴛᴏᴇꜱᴄᴜʀʟɪɴɢʀɴ😩💕
ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ~
It was morning, your favorite part of the day despite its unpopularity. Most people would assume you’re more of an early bird based upon your preference. While it was partially true, you had a specific reason as to why you were up that early..and it wasn’t to see the sunrise. If your timing was perfect you were able to greet a special viewing from your husband..
His back was bare, showcasing every fine crevice that highlighted his muscles. They appeared to be smooth as you yearn to trace them with your index finger. His ebony wavy hair was messy and unkempt, perfect to run your aching pesky hands through. But be careful! You don’t want to tug on any knots.
If your eyes traveled far down enough, you were able to glance on the back of his boxers, and those thick husky thighs. Mouth watering to say the least. The mere sight of him made you touch starved and unspeakably horny. Those nerves throughout your body were practically screaming at you as you stood there in silence. For a moment Jotaro moved, giving a quick glance at your favorite body part of his..well, maybe second.
“Hey big guy,” You greeted him, fully cupping your hands with his pecs. “Did you sleep well?” With yourself directly behind him, Jotaro could not see the mischievous look on your face. He could only go by the sweet tone of your voice, very misleading indeed. He left out a soft grunt before bringing his coffee mug to his lips
“Fine, though I'd rather be in bed right about now,” He said in between sips.
“I’d like that too~” Traveling downwards with your dominant hand, sliding past his abdomen, to his stomach, and finally right at his boxer’s waistband. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Wiggling it carefully you teased him in hopes that his other brain will convey your message.
“I can’t right now,”
“Why not?” You asked, fully aware of his response. As long as you’ve known your husband, questions with obvious answers pissed him off. Along with catching him off guard.
“You already have the answer to that—'' Interrupting his sentence, let alone his thought process, you licked up the back of his neck. Somewhat brushing up against his birthmark. It was a special button on his body that permitted you access. Accidentally, a shaky whimper left his lips, giving you a signal that his body yearned for more.
“I promise you won’t be late,” Once more you used your dominant hand, but this time you slid it underneath the fabric. Grabbing a hold of his length you rubbed your thumb at the tip, moving in small circles. It was quite obvious Jotaro was trying to suppress his moans as his flushed face continued to redden.
“Shit—“ He muttered underneath his breath, throwing his head back slightly. To your surprise, Jotaro placed his hand on top of yours encouraging you to jerk him off earnestly. His girth filled your palm, reminding you who you were messing with. And there’s no backing down from this. Once your husband is in the mood, like a lost puppy, he’ll follow.
And that’s exactly what he did. Making sure he was fully erected you motioned him to the bedroom. His eyes were full of lust as they pursued your every move. Pushing your lover on the bed with his hands immediately when searching for your undergarments. But instead he felt nothing but your soft skin. Before he could let out a sly comment you grabbed his face, clashing his lips with yours. The both of you explored each other’s mouth as your tongues swirled and exchanged saliva. But that wasn’t enough.
“Put your dick inside me,” You muttered in between kisses. Against your lips you felt Jotaro smirking as he adjusted his weight in doing so. Occupying yourself, you threw his large shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor. It was the only thing you were wearing until now. With one thing after another, your walls were completely filled with his cock. The sensation of being stretched out to capacity made your body tremble with pleasure. As for Jotaro, he laid flat on his back, wincing, as your velvet pussy swallowed him whole. Getting used to the feeling, you crouched on top, penetrating him deep inside of you. For support Jotaro grabbed a hold of your hips getting the hint you were going to ride him.
Up and down you bounced on his shaft utilizing the muscles in your thighs. As much as they burned in agony you couldn’t. The sight of Jotaro’s fucked out face motivated to give him what he wanted. His face twisted in pleasure all while maintaining eye contact.
“Come on baby cum,” You whined right below his ear picking up the pace.
“Fuck,” At it his wits end Jotaro moved his hips smacking your ass as you came back down. At this point you could tell he was eager to reach his climax since it was only a few strokes away.
“You want more?” Grasping ahold of his neck, you forced him to meet your lips. Without a second thought he gave in, bringing you even closer to his body. Because of his height, you had to stretch to kiss him, causing you to reach the tip and back down again.
At the same time you and Jotaro hit your climax. His cum painted the insides of your womb and down your thighs. Your belly was full causing you to fall into your lover's arms. The both of you stayed in that position, calming down from your high.
“You really worn yourself out huh?”
“What can I say? The morning is my favorite part of the day,”
“Good grief,”
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#tbh he can have all my money 😫#dilftaro#jotaro ‘legs for days’ kujo#jojo stone ocean#anime meme#david production#jjba season six#gucci pantaboots#SERIOUSLY THO WHY ALL THE HEEL?!?!#MY MANS ALREADY 195 CM
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Jotaro is dying but my god the hat WILL stay on god damn it
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happy 53rd jotaro omg?????????? i usually celebrate yesterday but i had a bad day . times ive drawn 6taro shirtless: 579843729579435
hbd in ur mansion
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cream :)
hey guys im kind of back, i guess?? the brainrot is back certainly and the result of that?? this fanfic. i took an edible before i wrote this and i feel like you can definitely tell where it kicked in, anyways
warnings for: NSFW, clothed orgasms, incoherent writing
You were kind of a touchy person. Not that you were sensitive. You just loved to touch people. You were that person who says, “I’m a hugger,” before hugging someone you’d just met. And being a newcomer to the Stand user group in Morioh, you’d met a lot of new people recently. Some people accepted your hugs happily, like Okuyasu. Some were grudging, like Josuke. Still others refused you entirely, like Yukako and Koichi. But you didn’t mind. Whoever accepted your hugs would receive them. You respected the boundaries of those who didn’t want them. But there was one person who still confused you.
Jotaro Kujo, who’d been the first to notice your Stand. You were a free diver, and your Stand allowed you to hold your breath for hours at a time. He’d noticed your abilities when he came on a research expedition on your boat. You didn’t usually hug customers, so all he’d known about you was your name. You remembered it clearly.
“Y/N. How do you stay under so long?”
You held onto the side of the boat, which was gently rocking with the waves. “Practice, I guess.”
Jotaro held up a stopwatch. “You were under for 30 minutes. That’s not practice.”
His eyes were piercing. You shrugged. He cut an imposing figure above you, his baggy coat and pants discarded in favor of a tight swimsuit that he wore for his own freediving expeditions. He was tall. His tan skin was shining in the sun, outlining powerful muscles. He squinted down at you. “You have a gift.”
You choked on a stray wave and sputtered. “I appreciate that, Dr. Kujo. But I don’t think my abilities are important right now. I couldn’t find that starfish you wanted.”
He was still looking at you intensely. “You were hurt by an arrow recently, weren’t you?”
This time, you lost your grip on the boat. Before you could inhale a single gasp of seawater, Jotaro’s strong hand was on your wrist. He lifted you bodily from the waves, and you set your feet down on the deck of your boat. “Thanks.”
He looked you up and down. You shifted, slightly self-conscious. He was very attractive, and you were in only a very tight one-piece that was slightly old and frayed, and, as you were painfully aware, a bit translucent. You crossed your arms over your chest. He hummed softly. “Answer my question.”
You licked your lips, tasting the ocean. “Yes. I was nicked by an arrow.”
He nodded. “And your ability to hold your breath manifested shortly after.”
You blinked. “Yes.”
He nodded again. “What you have is called a Stand. I have one as well. It’s a manifestation of your will.”
You tilted your head, allowing your arms to fall to your side. “What’s your power?”
Suddenly, Jotaro was behind you, his broad chest a whisper from your back. “I can stop time.”
You whipped around and slipped on the deck. He caught you again. “Stop having accidents.”
You gasped indignantly. “Stop scaring me!”
You thought you saw his lips twitch a bit into a grin. You definitely saw his eyes drift down your body, cradled in his arms. You cleared your throat. “What are the chances that we run into each other, then?”
His eyes snapped back to yours. “Stand users are attracted to other Stand users. It was a matter of time.”
You swallowed nervously. “How many are there?”
He shrugged. “A few.”
You regained your feet and stood, still close to him. He didn’t let his arms drop from around you. You smiled at him. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
Jotaro seemed painfully aware of the inch or so separating your skin from his. “You’ve been very helpful to me.”
You nodded and hugged him. “I’m glad we found each other.”
Jotaro froze, all his muscles locking. “I-”
You stepped back and looked up at him. His cheeks were bright red. You gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m just- I’m a hugger, and I figured since we were friends now-”
He coughed and turned away. “It’s fine. I understand.”
You beamed. “Thank you!”
From there, he’d introduced you to the group, and you’d taken to them immediately. It was such a fun time, learning about their powers while you were helping Jotaro. You enjoyed every second of it. It was one of the best summers of your life.
Somewhere around June, you’d been working all day with Jotaro. When it was finally time to pack up, you drove the boat back to dock in peaceful silence. You were tying the boat to the dock when he said, “I’d like to take you to dinner. To thank you.”
You giggled. “Jotaro, you’re already paying me for the use of my boat. You don’t have to buy me dinner.”
He flushed. “I’d like to.”
You blinked. “Okay.”
Jotaro seemed a bit tense, so when he showed up to your place in his regular outfit and didn’t speak, you didn’t think much of it. You trotted out in shorts, a tshirt with a dolphin on it, and flip flops. He nodded at you and motioned to his rental car. You smiled at him and held your arms out. He flushed. “You don’t have to hug me every time.”
You tilted your head. “I’d like to.”
He cleared his throat, clearly taken off guard by his own wording repeated back to him. He stepped in close, inhaling slowly. You’d put on perfume.
This was going to be a problem. He hadn’t had time recently for more mundane things, with his research almost over, and was incredibly pent up. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d had an orgasm, actually. He didn’t have too much time to think about that, though. You slipped your arms around his waist, under his coat.
Under his coat. Jotaro’s brain nearly short-circuited. He’d had a crush on you for a while. For some reason, this felt much more intimate than the countless other times he’d hugged you in a swimsuit. He managed to reciprocate, though, his strong arms pulling you close.
You hummed. “You give such good hugs, Dr. Kujo.”
The compliment, combined with your little sarcastic lilt on his official title, sent blood rushing south. He grunted and pulled back before his erection became obvious in his pants. “Thank you.”
You smirked at him. You knew what you were doing. “You’re welcome.”
He drove you to a small diner a few blocks from your house, and dropped you off while he parked. You trotted in and smiled at the hostess, who knew you well. “Hey, Gina, can we have a booth?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “We?”
You looked back at the door, where Jotaro was currently ducking under the frame to get inside. “Yeah, we.”
She gave you a knowing look and nodded. “Come with me.”
You smiled at Jotaro and skipped after Gina.
Jotaro was in hell. Actually, it would’ve been rather pleasant, if he’d thought to jerk off beforehand. As it was, you were pressed against him in a booth that was clearly meant for two smaller people, and not Jotaro. Your thigh was pressed to his, and your arms brushed whenever you lifted a hand to eat. He coughed softly. You looked up at him. “Sorry, is this too tight? I can ask for a table.”
He shook his head. “I-It’s fine.”
He didn’t want to get up. The smell of your perfume, the feel of your skin against him, it was all making his cock throb against his pants. You smiled. “Here, put your arm around me.”
He flushed. “I don’t want to impose.”
You giggled. “Don’t be silly. This is a date, right? You can touch me.”
His flush darkened. “I- Okay.”
He slipped his arm around your shoulders. It did help a bit, but it emphasized the difference in size between you. He’d thought about it, of course, but having it so clearly defined made his mind wander in a dangerous way.
And then you slid your arm around his waist, under his coat.
Under his coat. He groaned softly, his cock beginning to leak precum into his pants. Your hand rested on the small of his back. You looked up at him, feigning concern. “Are you sore?”
Your hand pressed firmly into his back, your fingers kneading the muscle with surprising strength. He groaned again. It felt so good, but his cock was jumping now. “I- You-”
You blinked, not expecting to get such a strong reaction. “I’m sorry if I-”
He cut you off, piercing eyes looking into yours. “No, i-it’s fine. I appreciate your concern, I just- It’s been a while.”
Your eyes lit up with understanding. “Are you-”
Your hand slid down from his back and to his thigh. He nodded silently. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be-”
You shook your head. “I shouldn’t have teased.”
His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. “You were doing that on purpose?”
You smiled sheepishly, and he took in a sharp breath. “Oh, you-”
Then his lips were on yours, desperate and crushingly strong. You kissed back eagerly, hand slipping from his thigh onto his throbbing cock. You felt the wetness of his precum, and hummed softly.
His grip on your shoulder became vicelike. You felt his cock jump once, twice, and then he helplessly groaned into the kiss. His hips rolled, and his cock began pulsing rhythmically under your hand. A wet spot spread rapidly over his lap. He broke the kiss and held onto you with gritted teeth, almost not believing this. You’d just made him cum, hard, in public, with less than one touch. His breath hissed out from between his teeth as his orgasm slowly tapered off, leaving him with soaked pants.
You gasped. “Jotaro, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
He swallowed. “Don’t worry.”
He straightened up and grinned at you-actually grinned- and purred, “Just means it’s my turn.”
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Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope
A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-
“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.
You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.
It was in fact, not easy peasy.
The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.
When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”
When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.
“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.
“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.
“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”
You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.
Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘
Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.
You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.
He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.
You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.
You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”
He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.
The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.
He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.
Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”
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Do you have any nsfw headcanons for 4taro?
A/N: Hiya my crusaders! I got some NSFW Jots for ya!THIS IS ONE OF MY FIRST TIME WRITING NSFW IN A WHILE EXCUSE ME!
NSFW BELOW MINORS DNI.
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He's round 10-14 inches, Hes both Thick, and Long. And he knows how to use it well.
So I imagine Jotaro being a Switch with a dom lean. Hes very Dominate but has a Sub somewhere in him. If you're able to pull it out of him. (Hint Hint, tie him up with ribbons and make him beg, You'll see it!)
I don't see him as loud but I see him doing a few small grunts or pants here or there and some dirty talk, When hes subbing he'll moan a bit. A Mommy/Daddy/Master here or there, but other than that it's mostly you making the most noises.
He's Rough but slow, But if you ask him to go any faster, expect to be in a wheelchair for a few weeks. He certainly will plow you into not being able to walk for weeks.
Certainly has a Sir kink, Call him Sir and he'll make sure to plow you extra hard into the mattress.
Jotaro definitely Praise degrades you. EX: ''Such a Slutty princess~.'' ''Who's a pretty little slut~..'' ''Fuck, Your such a good fuck hole.'' He's a expert with his words.
HIS MOUTH GAME IS AMAZING. LIKE AMAZING. Expect to be overstimulated by just his fingers and mouth.
He likes creampies, but if you're not up to that then he likes to see it on your stomach.
His aftercare is a nice warm bath together with rose petals washing you off, asking if you're okay. He cares for you and wants to make sure you're doing okay. Afterwards he gets you dressed in your PJS and yall cuddle the night away.
#4taro x reader#jjba x reader#jotaro x reader#jojo's bizarre adventure#diamond is unbreakable#jjba x y/n#jotaro headcanons#4taro#dilftaro
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Hii! Congrats on 600!! ✨
I recently discovered ur acc and I LOOVE your work!! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ Could I please request a drunk confession fic where it takes place at p4 where reader and jotaro reunite but he finds reader drunk and all thatt, and then care of them, aand the rest is up to youuu (totally not because im uncreative hahaa, ) anywayzz I hope it isn't too complicated, thank youuu sm! ( ╹▽╹ )
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ɴ���ᴠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ! ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʙʟʏ!! ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ~!
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ
ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ
Normally people look forward to Friday’s as it segues into the weekend. But this Friday you were flat out drunk, hiccuping as you asked the bartender for another drink. In your state of being they should’ve stopped, yet given how shitty your day was..a couple more wouldn’t hurt…right?
Your dream job was being a news reporter. It was something you always wanted to be, thinking you’ll help contribute to the world. And with the help of your stands ability, checks would be rolling in no time. To your dismay your expectations let you down, you were just a mere errand girl barely making ends meet.
This position is only temporary; It’s what you often tell yourself whenever you try to look at the positive side of things. But no matter, the universe, or whomever was controlling your fate, showed you countless times..don’t be optimistic. Today was like your usual but magnified times infinity. First, you were late to work due to your alarm clock not ringing. How typical. You used your phone as your alarm and the reason behind it not functioning properly was because it wasn’t charged. Maybe because it was hanging on its last wire or because you didn’t push it all the way into the electrical socket. Who knows.
Secondly, you head to the local coffee shop ordering 6 medium coffees, one cupholder in each hand. It was like a circus performance as you attempted to stabilize the two trays. Though, your gut feeling was telling you otherwise.
“Umm, uh, do you have the ones with a handle?”
“One what?”
“The cupholders...with a handle at the top..”
“Do they even make those???”
“Nevermind,” You huffed, storming off slightly not wanting to spill anything on your work attire. But, due to a pebble greeting you with your next step; you lost your balance. The coffee that you were trying to preserve, splattered! Less than a foot away from you, what was once a perfectly white car, now reeked with coffee.
“My car!!” Running out from the cafe stood a woman with a worrying expression. Back and forth you two argued..(well mostly on her end, you tried to deescalate the situation) with the result being you getting sued, supposedly. By the look of her car its appearance seemed like it cost more than a pretty penny. Therefore, suing you for the hell of it, will be a case easy enough for her lawyer to win. An agreement was made, so she wouldn't sue you, you paid her half of your rent money for the “damages”.
“Something is better than nothing,” You sighed, feeling even more defeated.
Lastly, a quarter past twelve was the time once you arrived. You thought everyone was on lunch break, which in your mind was the perfect opportunity to come in late. If everyone was occupied then there would be no questions as to where you were as long as they had their fresh cup of coffee. Logically speaking, you were late because you spent time getting them coffee! They couldn't be upset with you, it's not like you control those long lines..
In the middle of the office building everyone crowded, sounds of batter and laughter was heard. Which caught you off guard considering how brooding this place can be. Then you remembered, the CEO’s daughter would be visiting today. How could you forget?? This would be the perfect chance to network and possibly gain a new position and yet given the predicament you were in, quite unprofessional to say the least. Shaken in your own skin you attempted to plan your next move and once you came to a conclusion it was far too late. All eyes were on you..
You felt like a strike of lightning hit you as you felt as all comprehension was zapped away. It was awkward to say the least, and yet dumbfoundead, you continue to stay there. Until what seemed like a voice streaking, made you come to your senses again.
“You’re the same person who spilled coffee on my brand new car!!” The same woman from earlier called you out in front of everyone and considered that she was in the center of attention. She was in fact the CEOs daughter.
Isn’t that just dandy!!
One shot turned into three, then three turned into man fucking it, its been an arduous day. Drinking isn't your typical style, sitting on the couch eating ice cream usually solves your problems. But, here you were completely buzzed trying to forget your issues.
“What are you drinking?”
“I think its…its a lemon drop shot,” You slurred while circling the salt on the rim of your glass, clearly not looking at who's speaking with you.
“Heard those were bitter,”
“Heh I guess so hic maybe that's why it taste like that,”
“Long day huh,”
“Almost got fired today..it's not like..like I even care though. Glad I accidentally poured hot boiling coffee on my bosses, boss car, she had it comin’,”
“See you haven’t changed, still malicious as ever. Probably it's the reason why it kept us alive back in Egypt,”
“I actually visited that hot place once when I was seventeen,”
“Oh..really? What was it like?”
“Well, hic I traveled in a group. We called ourselves the stardust crusaders, cheesy I’m aware. We had a mixture of the good and bad times but we prevailed, I will never take those moments for granted as they were people whom I considered family. Like anything in life it came to an end and our journey was over. We all promised to stay in touch but never did,”
“Anyone in particular you miss?”
“Yeah..well sorta. He was an asshole with a smart mouth.. but I grew to like him. He always made sure I was well when things become dangerous. Heh, there was one time he showed me this cool cigarette trick. Made me think he was the coolest person alive,”
“What if you had the chance to see him again? Seems like he was very special to you,”
“What are you implying-” Turning to see who you were talking to is what you should've done ages ago. But still, no matter how you prolonged in seeing his face, the mere sight of him would easily put you in a state of shock.
“When did you become so..skinny,” You muttered bluntly. The realization that you said something stuipd cause you to blush terribly. As for your long lost friend, he sat there chuckling as you hid your face in embarrassment. “Sorry, I think I might be drunk,” You snickered.
“Might be?” He asked in a teasing matter.
“Ok ok..maybe a whole lot..”
A moment of laughter the two of you shared before things became silent. Now that you fully comprehended who you were sitting next to you; your emotions came to the surface. How long has it been? 9, maybe 10 years, since you last saw him? Why did he never call you? Clearly, you remembered giving him your house number.
“I missed you..Jotaro,” You said, ending the reticence.
“Me too y/n,” He replied no second later after you spoke. That fast of a response told you he actually meant it, as he’s not one to put his emotions on display. “Knowing you, a half ass apology isnt going to cut it,”
“We were kids, hell, sometimes I forget to call my mom,”
“You sure do have a way with words,”
“Call me modern day shakespeare but without the speare,” You joked, earning a playful eye roll from Jotaro. Forgetting about your unfinished drink you grabbed it, while something else grabbed your wrist.
“I think that's enough..”Jotaro stated, looking earnestly in your eyes. Again he meant it. You didn’t rebuttal or snatched away from him. You were tired of fighting; tired of having all odds against you. You wanted to fall knowing you had a giant fluffy pillow that would cushion your landing. To embrace your body as the sense of comfortability eased into your heart. Jotaro was that giant fluffy pillow. It just took a while.
“Watch your step..you know what-” In one scoop Jotaro picked you up bridal style, he grew rather impatient helping you to not fall flat on your face. So as for plan B carrying you was the best option.
“You know..throwing me over your back will inflict those days back in Egypt,” You jeered, dimming your eyes slightly. “Those pointy shoulders, constantly poking at my sides. I'm pretty sure you did that on purpose-”
“Whatever it took to keep you from babbling in my ear,”
“HEY!”
Despite driving you home Jotaro brought you back to his hotel room, where he was staying for a while. He thought it was best bringing you here, taking in consideration how drunk you were. The couldn’t just leave you unattended in your state of being, that wasn’t like him. One thing was for certain he was happy you didn't throw up-
Well..on him, to be exact.
A bath, changeable clothes, and medicine he provided. Your comfort was crucial, the less you moved, reduced your likelihood to throw up again. You sat up right against the headboard wondering what was occupying Jotaro. He said he was going to take a shower..he would be back right. Pushing the door open you were greeted with Jotaro laying on the couch with a dim light beside him. There he read himself a book with a blanket covering the bottom of his torso.
“So you’re camping out here?”
“Yeah,”
“You know we shared a bed once before..,” Meeting you with his gaze, Jotaro paused. All things considered Jotaro knew you’d say something outlandish and speak your mind. But this one made his brain short circuit, you knew that without a doubt. Obviously, you knew what you were doing, you just only needed liquid courage to do so.
“How did you know where I was? Because I don't believe in fate..scratch that, I do! But what are the chances..”
“Then you won’t like my answer,”
“I meant what I said back there,”
“Which part? How part when you relished in the fact you accidentally poured coffee on your boss-”
“Ohmygodjotarostopp,” You begged him, striving to cover up that smart mouth of his. Wobbling from losing your balance once more you landed on Jotaro’s chest. Up close and personal you were able to see all the little details of his face. Still the same person, but rather beautified with age.
“Oh..uhh sorry,” You awkwardly laughed it off, regaining the ability to stand on your feet. In a jerking motion your body flew forward to its previous position. Hands cross Jotaro’s broad chest, noses inches apart and most importantly, maintaining a zealous gaze. His eyes were terribly enhancing, as they had a grip on your soul. Wanting to look away, and hide from him, is what you wanted to do. Afterall, that's what you were accustomed to whenever the two of you were close.
“Stop trying to run away from me,” Without a word spoken, he tried to communicate with you. For so long, the both of you played this cat and mouse like game. Tied between two choices, be transparent or disregard everything you kept bottled up. Apparently, the choice you both made last time didn’t quite work out. Because now the two of you are closer than you’ve ever been..
“I thought he was the coolest person alive,” You repeated your vulnerability. Underneath your palms you felt his heartbeat quicken, giving you the green light to continue. “With his jacket in the wind, I viewed him like a superhero. One that I admired, in hopes that eventually, I two, could do the same. At the time, I thought it wasn't more than curiosity. But it was put to the test once I saw you again,”
“What are you saying?”
“I love you Jotaro,” You blurted out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Who knew three simplistic words had an immense meaning attached. For a second you hesitated whether or not to continue, but by feeling Jotaro’s sudden embrace, you held back no more. “I always did, just never knew how to voice it properly. I was scared of what you would think of me, scared that I might lose you forever like Iggy, Avdol and Kakyoin but rather knowing you were alive on the other side of the world, with everyday you not being there reminding me, I could never have you,” The last bit of your sentence caused you to choke up a bit. Jotaro noticed this almost immediately thus he sat you both up, in order to comfort you efficiently.
“Shhh,” He shushed you, rubbing his hand up your back then down again, repeatedly. “I’m not going anywhere I promise you,” That was his own way of saying I love you too. Jotaro isn't the type of guy who’d outright say his emotions but rather act on them. And right now he certainly was.
“Can you sleep next to me tonight?” You asked, not sugar coating not another feeling you’ve felt.
“Good grief, you better not throw up on me,” Again he teased, but this time Jotaro pressed a small kiss on your forehead. “But then again..I won't complain if you do,”
#jotaro kujo#jotaro x reader#jojo bizarre adventure#jjba#jjba x reader#jotaro imagine#jotaro x y/n#jjba writing#dilftaro#jojonotsfw#jjba jotaro#jjba au#jotaro headcanons#jjba x y/n#jjba fanfic#jotaro part 4
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black!fem reader spends new years with jotaro and jolyne last minute since they couldn’t go see family over the winter .. ik new years was yesterday but
New Years and a Hint of Blue Magic — Jotaro x Black!fem reader
Always up for a lil dilftaro, thanks for the request sweetie! enjoy 🫶🏾
With a huffed sigh, you dropped your arms by your sides. Your fingers, slick shiny and covered in grease were aching so bad right now, not to mention how your arms felt even worse.
All you wanted to do was have your hair look nice going into the new year. Was that too much to ask for?!
Seeing your dilemma from afar, a deep voice gave you an alternative.
“Just wrap it up how you usually do.”
You heard Jotaro from behind you but you couldn’t see him in the mirror. However, at the mention of the last resort option, you groaned before quickly bringing your hands up back to your hair again, suddenly determined to finish the impossible presenting task.
“I already told you I’m not gonna resort to just wrapping it up.” You gritted.
You continued to finish the strand of twist you priorly let go of, having to undo a bit of it so that you could form the unit without any hitched.
Swallowing a sigh that formed in his throat, Jotaro finally came up behind you. Laying his hands on top of your shoulders, he gave you a concerned look through the mirror.
“Okay, I hear you? And I appreciate your efforts to look nice, but right now it’s getting late and Jolynes practically bouncing off the walls for entertainment. We gotta leave this for another time.”
Acting as a full stop to Jotaro’s sentence, Jolyne zoomed out from somewhere, face painted bright gold and red and hair pinned up into two space buns which were each spray painted green.
“Did someone call me?!” She yelled, hands full of markers that were definitely bound to leave a mark on furniture.
“No, Jolyne.”
Jotaro had to sound alright saying that because any hint of unsatisfaction from his voice and she’d make it her mission to ask ninety-nine questions into the new year.
Jolyne looked up between you and Jotaro, trying to gauge the atmosphere before calculating things were good. However, Jotaro knew that if he didn’t say anything, she’d become inquisitive or suddenly think it was an open discussion she was allowed to join.
Pointing downstairs, Jotaro tried to formulate the best excuse off the top of his head.
“Jolyne, go set up for us, we’re coming.”
That was all the convincing she needed.
“Okay!”
Girly didn’t even ask what exactly she was supposed to be setting up but it was enough to get her out of the room. She was still buzzing from excitement that you were staying over.
Turning back towards the mirror, Jotaro lowered his head so that he could line his face up with yours and lean your cheeks together.
“You’re not travelling abroad in the end so you know that you don’t have to do anything too special. Either way you’ll look good.”
Dropping your arms again, you let out a long groan as you laid your head back onto your partner’s shoulder.
“I know that but I’m just nervous, okay? This is our first new years together and I guess I just wanna look good for the occasion. Is it so bad to want to look nice for that?!”
Turning to kiss the side of your forehead, Jotaro squeezed your arms. He had to try and appease you every way he could.
“First, there’s nothing to be nervous of, its just me and Jolyne.” He said with an amusing tone. “But right now we’ve currently got thirteen minutes until the new years. What do you think is the right call?”
There was a slight pause.
Jotaro had to silently hope that you didn't find this the time to suddenly remember that Jotaro wouldn't push you to do anything you didn't want to. And hope he did.
Pulling yourself out of his grasp, you pouted as you moved across the room towards your overnight stay bag. Opening up the bottom section, you pulled out a silk scarf.
Jotaro gave you a thankful look as he watched you wrap it around your half done head.
“Tomorrow, I don’t want to hear a single complaint from you when I call you to come help do my hair.” You added as you walked past him to go downstairs.
"One minute left!" Jolyne screeched as she whizzed pass the TV screen that currently broadcasting your region's capital annual New Years show.
Standing by the couch, you and Jotaro stood with expectant faces, although you couldn't help the tentative hand that kept reaching up to toggle your scarf correctly.
Noticing this, Jotaro laid a hand just over your tailbone.
"You look fine." He muttered.
In having your subconscious tick be highlighted to you, you couldn't help but whine at the back of your throat.
"I know, I know. I just wished I looked more dolled up."
"But you do look 'dolled up'."
"Yeah, to you." You emphasised, albeit leaning into the man's touch a bit more. "I just wanted to look extra pretty for our first new years together."
Jotaro glanced towards the TV screen before looking down at you again. He had thirty-two seconds.
"Look, I know you're not gonna hear me out properly because you were dead-set on looking a certain way but I hope you know that regardless of how your hair looks, I think you look great and Jolyne always says how she thinks you look like one of her Barbie dolls so please, enjoy the night." He finished.
With a pout, you looked up at the man. Even though you wanted to stay upset about not being dressed to the nines, you've got to admit that Jotaro could be persuasive when he wanted to.
"You're lucky you're charming." You softly grinned as you leaned into the man's touch.
"Not that charming." He says with a huff. "Just telling you the truth."
"Ten seconds!"
Jolyne gets up onto the couch, her energy too high for a midnight event, but alas, you and Jotaro decided to join in with her infectious energy.
Shaking the party popper that was in your hand, you decided to countdown along with the younger girl.
"9! 8! 7! 6!"
Jotaro fondly looked over at the two of you girls. It's been a while since he's spent a holiday with a significant other but to finally be able to go into a new year with the intermediate people he loved was something he's been praying for himself for a long time.
This year was definitely going to be a good one.
"3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!
With a chorus of shouts between you and Jolyne, Jotaro couldn't help but at least crack a smile.
"Happy New Year, JoJo!" You said as you picked up the smaller girl and whizzed her round in a hug. She screeched happily at the interaction.
"Happy New Year!" She laughed back, instantly running towards her father once you had set her down.
"Happy New Year, Daddy!"
Jotaro bent down to hug her lightly, her small body looking even smaller within Jotaro's large frame. The man repeated the phrase back to her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead straight afterwards.
When he stood up, Jotaro was met with you proposing him a shy yet endearing smile. For a moment, he paused. He wasn't sure what it was but seeing you look so domestic, so fitting this late within his home setting, made him contemplate if this was something he wanted to witness each and every day.
Taken your face into his large palms, Jotaro wasted no time in leaning down and planting a loving kiss to your lips.
"Happy New Years, beautiful." He mumbled into you. He loved that he could feel you smile into it.
"You too, baby." You muttered back before pulling away. "And hopefully to many more."
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#dilftaro#jojo's bizarre adventure#jotaro kujo#stone ocean#anime memes#jjba part 6#sometimes babygirl is a 40 year old man#comfort character#david production
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Jotaro’s wife: Happy birthday honey here’s your gift ^-^
The gift:
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#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jotaro kujo#stone ocean#adataro#jjba oc#jojo oc#original characters#oc#redraw#book cover redraw#dilftaro#i gave jotaro dilf features#dilf jotaro
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Highlight of my Evening
Weed smoking, high sex on the porch
The sound of the door opening draws your from your pleasant, blissed-out state of mind, pulling you back to reality. “You okay out here honey?” It’s your husband, Jotaro, checking on you. He steps out, closing the door behind him and resting his hands against the back of your chair, looking down at you. “I’m alright baby, you going to bed,” you question, looking up at him, blowing a billow of smoke into his face. “Hm not yet, that’s not a cigarette is it?” You giggle at his question. “Course not, I’m not a chimney like you. You want some, old man?” “Mh, I think I’ll leave the Pot to the young.” “Come on you’re not that old, Joots.” “‘M twenty years older than you.” “So,” you question, lifting the joint up to him. “You want some baby? You ever smoked pot?” “Can’t say I have.” “Mh, can’t or won’t? Will you at least sit with me baby, It’s cold.” He hums and picks you up, taking your spot in the chair and sitting you in his lap. You crane your neck and capture his lips in a warm kiss, making you let out a satisfied groan against him.
So he was a horny smoker. Good to know. His teeth sink into the flesh of your throat before soothing it with the warmth of his tongue. “You’re so pretty, you know that? My pretty little wife, love you so much,” he murmurs, burying his face in your tits and humming. Lovey too. Every roll of his hips pushed his erection into your clothed crotch. You pull his face from your tits and bring him to look at you. “You horny Joots?” He lets out a strangled “Yes,” and slips his hands under your shirt, running his fingers along the flesh of your stomach. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side, leaning in for more kisses, which Jotaro happily obliges you with. Your hands slide between the two of you, undoing his belts and pants, slipping under them and caressing his cock through his boxers. He groans and bucks his hips into your hand, silently begging you to keep going. His fingers trace gently over you through your shorts, pushing them to the side and stroking your clit at a languid pace. You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips into his hand greedily as you pull him out of his boxers. “How do you want me baby,” you question, stroking his hair from his face. “I wanna hold you,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his free hand. “I wanna be as close as possible.”It’s strange seeing him like this, his teal eyes rimmed with red, his jaw slack, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, needy little sounds spilling past his lips. He’s beautiful, but in a different way than he usually is. He’s vulnerable like this, asking for what he wants instead of waiting for you to catch on. It’s endearing to see your husband let his guard down so low like this, sacred even. You kiss his cheek and get up, shedding your shorts and turning your back on him, holding yourself above his cock. Moans tumble from both of you as you sink down onto him, taking him all in with ease, something that had taken practice to be able to achieve. He wraps his arms around your waist, trailing one hand down to toy with your clit as you press your back into his broad chest
You woke up a few hours later laying on Jotaro’s chest in your shared bed. At some point he must have taken you in and put you in your pyjamas before falling asleep too. You slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, and tiptoe to the kitchen for some water. You bring a glass back upstairs for him, certain that his mouth will be as dry, if not more so than yours was when he wakes up.
When you slip back into the bedroom, he’s already awake, stretching and yawning, which was understandable since that was probably the first deep sleep he’s had in weeks. “I brought you some water,” you hum, sliding back under the covers. “Thank you, my mouth is,” he smacks his tongue a few times. “It's so dry.” You let out a chuckle and pass him the glass before snuggling into his side. “Do you remember last night, or did you smoke too much?” “I remember. We should do that again some time, I really enjoyed it.” “Really? Like seriously, you like smoking weed now?” He lets out a hearty laugh, which is good to hear opposed to his usual suppressed chuckle. “You kidding? This is the best I’ve felt since I was, mh, probably fifteen.” “Really?” “Yeah I feel great. I slept great. I think I need a nap though,” he laughs, laying back down and pulling the blankets up to his chin. You laugh and do the same, curling up against his chest. He lets out a contented sigh and wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, falling asleep without a problem for the second time in years.
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