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Hey, love love ur work! I was wondering if you could write a clingy, horny Jotaro begging his black girlfriend for sex like it's just been a hot day and all that he have been thinking about is her and how he wants to lick the sweat off of her back and inhale the stench in the air from their two bodies like I just wanna see a clingy, whinny Jotaro beg...

ARSENIC - Jotaro x Black!gf fem reader

contains: NSFW, male masturbation, descriptions of sex, horny!jotaro

GOSH YOURE SO GOATED FOR THIS REQUEST HONESTLY?? like as soon as it dropped into my inbox i literally evil laughed omlll. hope i did your vision justice!! enjoy <3

Drip.

Even towards the end of the year, the dry season of Japan’s summers were excruciatingly hot; The blossom petals that decorated most of the ground were starting to malt, the joyous bellows of school children still sounded in the air as they attempted to achieve their Coming of Age: 1000 Days of Summer activities and the skies still omitted every sighting of a swollen bellied cloud.

Drip, drip.

For Jotaro however, Japanese summers weren’t always the best. Coming home to a house that now seemed unfamiliar, he found it harder each time to settle well within the first week.

Ever since he’s been doing the whole ‘living in two countries’ thing — spending term times abroad but holidays at home here in Japan — Jotaro found it extremely difficult to get any proper enjoyment out of the constant moving around.

Even now that he finally chose to keep the citizenship passport of where he resided with you (much to Sadao’s dissatisfaction, but it’s not his fault that Japan doesn’t allow dual citizenships), coming home to his parent’s house always felt like a chore, like a restrictive prison.

And you never helped with that.

Drip, drip. Drip.

Swallowing a stiff gulp, Jotaro watched the ice lolly that you sported secret it’s syrup all over the garden ground as you currently hovered it in your hands over the deck chair’s arm rests.

At the lucrative sight, he couldn’t help but to turn towards you with a fresh whine already beckoning from the back of his throat.

“Babe…”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’.

Lapping your tongue across your dripping rocket shaped ice lolly, the sticky juices coated your hands as you ate the melting sugary snack with juvenile spirit.

“Oh, come on.” He groaned.

Right now, the both of you were 6 days into your two weeks holiday in Japan but Jotaro was having his concupiscence’s fine edged to the max by you.

You have this thing, that when the both of you came to stay in Japan, and specifically when you stayed at Jotaro’s childhood home, you wouldn’t sleep with each other the whole time you were there.

Obviously to Jotaro, this was a ridiculous oath because ‘what do you mean we can’t fuck just because it’s my “family home”? Just shut the doors and shut up when we do it — its not that hard’. But you had been brought up within very different circumstances and applied respect in contrasting ways to how Jotaro did. One of those things was that you respected who’s roof you were under and acted accordingly to the respect you bestowed upon them.

And because you deeply respected his parents, you wouldn’t disregard their hospitality and engage in such acts with their son under their roof, despite your big ages.

Jotaro’s eyes watched in wanton with how you ate the snack before making a face of disappointment. You took one long swooping suck of the lolly, beckoning the whole lolly into your mouth and essentially soaking up all of the excess liquid with a slurp before pulling it out excruciatingly slow.

You could see your boyfriend opening his mouth within your peripheral, clearly wanting to try his luck again, but you didn’t even let him finish.

“I said no—”

“I promise I won’t ask again this whole holiday but can we please just do it this one time?!” He begged.

You shrugged as you made a single dry laugh.

“I’ve already told you my answer.”

“But no ones home and no one will be home until several hours from now. It’ll be the perfect opportunity and we won’t have to be discreet and you can be as loud as you want.” Jotaro’s voice turned into a low whisper as he tried to entice you with the dangling carrot of ‘messy, loud and robustious sex’.

Scoffing, you couldn’t help but to turn your head away from your boyfriend. It didn’t help much concerning you were semi lying down on a deck chair, but it didn’t have to help because you knew where you stood on this opinion.

“But I don’t wanna be loud or obscene or non-discreet, Jotaro. The stakes are different than they are back home. You know the oath I made and you even agreed to stick by it with me, remember?”

Jotaro ran his hand down his face. Even after all these years, Japanese summers still soaked his tanned skin in buckets full of sweat.

“Yes! Yes, of course I fucking remember! There isn’t a fucking second where you let me forget.” He stressed.

“So you know what my answers gonna be.”

A long and tedious whine left the man’s throat. He began to continuously jolt his legs, bouncing it on the tip of his toes. You noticed that as one of the stim habits he had once he was frustrated. After a few seconds of contemplating, Jotaro turned to you again as he invaded your space, leaning over onto your deck chair as he tried to look you in the face.

“Why have you got to be like this?! Why are you denying me this one thi—Baby, please!” The last part of Jotaro’s statement came out high pitched as he almost capsized your deck chair considering you had just moved out of it.

Seeing you walk inside wordlessly but still sucking on your lolly, Jotaro tried calling out to you in desperate succession for just a small piece of something.

“Baby, please, pleaaaseee.”

“Goodbye, Jotaro.” You deadpanned.

Once you had disappeared, Jotaro flopped back onto his own deckchair in a show of huffy attitude. Another elongated whine left his throat but this time he couldn’t contain the physical effect it had on him.

God, his cock was always so hard nowadays.

From the minute he woke up to the second he finally put himself to rest, he was encompassed in constant lustful peril. There was no amounts of cold showers or jerking off that could satisfy what he needed from you and it was so bleak how you had yourself under so much constraint compared to him.

Jotaro wasn’t a sex addict.

Well, he doesn’t think he is. Even though he’s currently in the back garden of his family home, rubbing his legs together like a pathetic loser (He and the crying summer crickets were two of the same) — trying to subside just the mere thought of your body under his — he had long realised that sex wasn’t the issue.

He could get sex anywhere. In his home town, that wouldn’t even be a challenge, concerning how so many of his old flames from school would drop the pride of their stale marriages at the mere opportunity to get in close contact of his low hanging fat cock. But this wasn’t about sex, this was about you.

It was about how you called his name like a saccharine prayer once he got his rhythm right and plunged passionately in and out of your warm cunt, a song so strong it’d be enough to call the sailors home. It was how palatably soft you became once taken care of, how your eyes would look up at him with that licit doeness as your lips stretched around his length.

The taste, fuck the taste of your sweet pussy as he found himself doused within your abundance of honey that just never seemed to know any end. He doubts it had a telos but if it did, he had an aim to get there himself.

Don’t even remind him of that cloy smell of sex that perfumed the room once he was done fucking that sirenlike cunt of yours — the way he could even smell it once you were done playing with yourself and he happened to have followed into the room after you — that shit was what drove him insane.

Just by the sheer memories of you, Jotaro was able to tug himself to completion right there in the garden, cock out in the wide open as he woefully spilled his seed onto the ground.

He didn’t even feel any shame at what he had done because it still wasn’t enough and didn’t help with how hot and itchy he felt or how much he yearned for the real thing of what the two of you usually shared.

In a spur of the moment decision, Jotaro haphazardly pulled his shorts over his flaccid length before scurrying into the house to try and find where you were situated. Once he found you in the living room, he called out your name and stood in front of the TV, the pleas starting all over again.

“I am begging you. You’ve literally got me at my breaking point, it isn’t fair. I just wanna fuck real quick one time and then I won’t pester you for the rest of the trip.”

With a face of annoyance, you tried to look past your boyfriend’s obstructing figure, the show on the TV just about getting good. It however seemed a lot harder to tolerate his behaviour with no benefactor of a lolly to keep you calm.

“How is it my fault you can’t control yourself for just two weeks? Sounds like a you problem…” You muttered.

Practically stamping his foot, Jotaro jolted his body in frustration.

“But this isn’t about that—I’m not—If this were anywhere else at any other time, I’d understand but… It’s a lot more than just…Shit.”

With crude intention, your eyes glanced up at the whining man. Jotaro would class the smirk that decorated your face as borderline sadistic.

“Understand what, Jotaro? That you’re in heat or something? Like, please.”

“With how bad it is I might as well be!” He exclaimed. His glassy eyes were a testament to how worked up he was getting.

With a tired sigh, you rolled your head backwards onto the sofa back, a sign of your patience for the man’s rampant libido running thin.

“Okay, Jotaro, enough playing around now. It’s getting annoying.”

“But I’m being serious.”

“Serious enough that you can’t just jerk it off until we get back home?!” You chided.

“I’ve tried that! Trust me, I’ve tried every way I can think to get off by myself but nothing works.”

The black haired man waved his hands in front of you but all it did was annoy you even more than he originally was. Pushing yourself off of the sofa you waved your hand in Jotaro’s direction in a dismissive gesture.

“Oh, this is just getting stupid.”

But before you could get anywhere far, the large figure of a man scurried in front of you before getting down onto both of his knees, his hands resting on top of his thighs whilst his head dipped in shame.

Jotaro’s words came out in a jumbled off-the-dome mess of impulsive thought.

“Okay, okay. Look, look, look look. I’m on my knees. You’ve got me on my knees and I’m begging and I never ever beg but I am because I just really need to have you one time, like I’m so horny it hurts. It fucking hurts and I just…I really need to be inside you just once this whole trip. It’s all I ask.”

Astonished at his act of shameless pleads, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t move you to some extent.

“J-jotaro, get up. You don’t need to be doing all of that.” You said as you raised your hand out to pull him up but the man stayed put, determined in his stature.

“But I do. I do need to do all of this because I need you to see how serious I am and how much I need this from you. I am begging and I am desperate.”

In all retrospect, you were speechless.

Even speechless was an understatement because the sheer lengths Jotaro seemed to be going for this couldn’t simply be brushed off as horny and it quite genuinely rendered you with no words else to say.

What was currently happening in front of you was the complete humbling of a man, who would never do else wise, under any other circumstance, but had to do so under the pure submission to one’s carnal desires.

With how many stripes he was pulling off of his pride right now, who were you to deny him off his simple ask?

Mentally you had to apologise to Holly and Sadao. Maybe the respect you had for them could be found in another way.

“Fuck.”

At the sound of your soft curse, Jotaro looked up at you in expectation. However he didn’t utter a single word. One, because he didn’t want to try digging up anymore dirt than he already had done, but also because there was nothing more that he could say.

Looking down at your boyfriend, you could only sigh in deep anguish, albeit you couldn’t deny that it was also dressed with the petticoats of adoration.

“You’re so lucky.” You mumbled.

Perplexity softly worked it’s way onto Jotaro’s face, his position on the floor making him look all the more pathetic.

“Why?”

With a lick of your lips, you could only dryly let out an answer of true defeat.

“Coz’ it seems like I’ve given into you.”

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