#jotaro x reader n/s/f/w

[icollectyoursins]

Jotaro x Fem!Reader NSFW

Anon requested "Jotaro x fem reader. Size kink, praise kink, and maybe some bondage. Like Jotaro has her in his lap and hes loving how small she is and how he gets to take care of her and when things get spicy he's praising how well she takes him and stuff? He just ties her up and spoils her"

As a short person, I needed this. It’s like therapy.

Jotaro has finally taken a night off from his work allowing the two of you relax on the couch for the first time in a long while. But, what do you know? You’re really horny and he is more than happy to help you with that.

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Lots of kissing, praise, neck kisses, breast play/nipple play, lots of teasing, ropes appearing out of nowhere (totally not Star Platinum the World), fingering, riding, squirting, cumming on partner. 

Word Count: 1432

     You nuzzled into Jotaro’s neck, sighing happily as he rubs your back, holding you close. His warm hands trail over your thighs, silently remarking at how large his hands looked compared to them. He knew he was big, it was painfully obvious, but whenever he stood next to you he just felt an overwhelming sense of... love? Protectiveness? Whatever the feeling, it made a pleasant warmth spread over his body. 

     He gently kissed your temple, basking in the comfortable silence. You fit almost perfectly into his lap. How did he ever find someone like you? A soft hum rumbled throughout his body as you ran your hands through his soft, black locks. He pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, soothing and so familiar to him.

     A happy sigh passed over your lips as the two of you grew more and more relaxed, thankful for this day off. Or, at least it would be relaxing if you weren’t unreasonably horny. Every soft touch made your skin burn hot in the most pleasant way. His lips brushed against your skin, making you shiver. He hummed again, not caring about your reaction.

     Jotaro continues to massage various parts of your body, soothing out any sore muscles you might have. You can’t help but shake in his touch, hoping he would get a little more rough, more handsy. 

     “Is everything okay?” He asks calmly, squeezing your thigh gently. Ass. So he knew what he was doing, great. 

     “F-fine.” You mumble into his neck. He chuckles softly.

     “Are you lying?” A moment of silence. You were debating whether or not you wanted him to destroy you. 

     “Yeah.” You sounded defeated, hoping you would get the chance to rile him up so you wouldn’t have to ask. His lips graze across a sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver again. You feel him smile into your skin before placing a gentle kiss there. It was hard to fight back the moan that bubbled up in your throat.

     Jotaro continued to gently kiss all over your neck, gradually coaxing more and more sweet sounds out of you. You can’t help but squirm in his arms as he teases you. Your reactions only amuse him, easily pinning you to his chest. 

     “Stop moving, let me take care of you,” his whisper sends chills down your spine. You nod your head. He easily lifts you up so you’re straddling him now, hands resting on your hips. His bright blue eyes stare into yours, full of love. 

     “Good girl.” You can’t deny the warmth that spreads directly to your core. Then, a little pushier than you’re used to, he smashes his lips into yours, quickly taking control.

     His hands move to your front and up your torso, sliding to your arms, then pushing them behind you gently. He holds them behind your back with one hand while the other takes its place on your cheek. The kiss is broken slowly, his lips still hover over yours. Your arms are released, but you find that you still can’t move.

     You let out a sound of confusion as you try to pull your arms apart. It’s impossible. Somehow, your arms have been tied together with rope. Practiced fingers quickly unbutton your shirt, opening it so your breasts are exposed. Wasting no time, he turns his attention there, littering them with kisses until he gets to your nipples. You’re thankful you decided to not wear a bra today, saving yourself a lot of time and probably money if he decided to rip it.

     Jotaro takes one into his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking it. Your head falls back half in pleasure, half in relief, grateful for the feeling. You moan freely now, sighing when brings one of his hands up to your other breast, pinching the nipple.

     “You’re so good, (Y/N). So beautiful.” He breathes praises into your skin, making you all the more desperate for him to touch you more. His hips roll up into you before he kisses you again. The feel of his bulge against you takes your breath away.

     “Jotaro,” you pant, “I need you.”

     You feel him shiver, then you’re lifted again. This time, you’re on your feet while he removes the rest of your clothes as well as his own. When he sits down, you’re pulled back into his lap, pressed into his chest. His lips return to your neck, nibbling gently while one of his hands dances down your body to your folds. 

     Diligent fingers spread you open, gliding down over your clit, making you gasp. He keeps you pinned to him with one arm while you squirm and moan in his ear. You feel him slide towards your entrance, teasing it with a few circles, before slowly slipping in. You cry out, head falling to his shoulder.

     It’s a torturous pace. First, he would just barely push his finger into you, then pull out quickly to glide it up and down your folds, repeating the process over and over again. Gradually, he would go deeper, but it was still oh so slow. Jotaro hums, adoring every little sound you made.

     “You’re such a good girl, (Y/N). Do you want more?” You can only whimper in reply. “You can take more, right?” As he talks, another finger prods at your entrance. You don’t even bother trying to hide the moan that passes over your lips as it stretches you out. He had some mercy this time, not putting you through the first pace. He’s still slow, but deep, touching every sweet spot he could reach. 

     Jotaro continues to stretch you open, adding a third finger with a squelch. The room is full of obscene noises coming from your mouth as well as your slick vagina. It takes everything in you to not cum as he finger fucks you. You breathe heavily against his neck, voice hoarse as you spoke.

     “Jo-Jotarooo-” you don’t even get out the rest of the sentence. He pulls out his digits, wiping them on the fabric of the couch.

     “I know, hold on.” He grabs your hips, positioning you over his long erection. Slowly, he lowers you onto him, praising you all the way, until you’ve taken him entirely. “Shh, shh, fuck. You’re so tight. Unf~ So good, that’s it. Almost- unh~”

     You collapse onto his chest while he rubs his back, letting you get used to his cock. It doesn’t take long, you’ve had him fill you plenty of times before, plus he’s always diligent when preparing you. A kiss was placed on your shoulder before the grip on your hips gets a little harder and he starts gyrating his hips. The mewls that fall from your lips are downright shameful. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done this before, you’ll never get used to how good he feels.

     It’s not long before you’re bouncing up and down on his length, babbling out incoherent sentences as he picks up the pace. Jotaro does the same, losing himself in the feeling of your warmth around him, pulling him in like a syphon.

     “Fuck, you’re so good. You feel so fucking good- so fucking tight.” He groans into your ear. Suddenly, this position wasn’t working anymore and he quickly moves so you’re lying on the couch with him towering over top of you, never leaving his place between your legs.

     “You take me so well, (Y/N). Uhn~ like you were ~ah! Made for me.” He’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore, but it seems to have the desired effect as you call out his name more, begging for him to go harder.

     Heated kisses along with deep thrusts into you fill the next passing moment. You strain to keep your control, but the more he pushes into your sweet spots, the more you see stars. Your orgasm washes over you like a freight train, a broken cry accompanying it. You gush out around his cock, arching into him.

     The feel of your walls contracting around you like a vice also pushes him over the edge. He pulls out quickly, painting your stomach with his release. You both pant, catching your breath. He leans over, littering your cheeks with kisses.

     “You did so well, (Y/N). So well,” Tissues are used to clean up your stomach and slick cunt, then quickly discarded. The ropes are, of course, taken off. Any red marks are gently rubbed out by his warm hands. Jotaro swaps your positions, holding you close to him while you both continue to relax, enjoying your night together.

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo not sfw #jotaro kujo n/s/f/w #jotaro kujo n/sfw #jotaro not sfw #jotaro n/s/f/w #jotaro n/sfw #jotaro kujo x reader not sfw #jotaro kujo x reader n/s/f/w #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x reader n/sfw #jotaro x reader #jotaro x reader not sfw #jotaro x reader n/s/f/w #jotaro x reader n/sfw #jojo part 3 #jjba part 3 #jotaro prompts #not sfw

[mariamakeslemons]

Mating Moon (Werewolf!Jotaro x F!Reader)

Happy Halloween!!

Warning: Knotting and werewolf shenanigans. Basically, I’m horny for wolf-Jotaro and no one can stop me

You scramble for something to ground you as Jotaro pounds into your pussy, moaning and whining like a whore. He growls low in his throat, leaning over your back as he partially shifts. His nails turn into claws as drool drips out of his mouth. He fucks into you, his legs shifting into a canine shape to give him a better angle at which to thrust into you.

“Jo-Jota-ro,” you moan brokenly, pushing back on his dick eagerly. He growls again, his claws digging into the mattress beside your head as his cock slowly fattens at the base.

“Gonna knot you,” he rumbles, making you keen eagerly, “Gonna fill you with my pups and fuck you until you only smell like mine. Make you smell like my mate, my pretty bitch.”

“Yours! All yours! Please, knot me,” you beg, drooling yourself as you feel the pressure from his knot press hard against your pussy. Jotaro snarls, clawing at the mattress as he pounds harder and harder into you. Suddenly, your pussy gives way to his knot, letting him finally lock into your tiny cunt. He howls in victory as you cum around his cock, milking his cock eagerly as he finally pumps you full. You tremble, moaning mindlessly as Jotaro idly pushes and pulls at his knot, helping milk out his cum and bloat your poor womb.

“Shit, I’m definitely gonna get pregnant,” you moan, squeaking when Jotaro flops to the side, forcing you to roll to your side. His hands idly move to your tits, massaging them carefully as his claws lightly skim the delicate skin near your neck.

“Good,” he intones, resting his head on your shoulder, snuffling happily at your hair as one of his hands trails down to rub at the bloated area in your lower abdomen. You blush and put your hand on top of his. He hums, saying, “I like the name Jolyne.”

#JJBA Part 3 #Jotaro Kujo #Jotaro Kujo x Reader #Reader #Not sfw #N/S/F/W #My Work #Werewolf Jotaro

[gather-ye-sinners]

ITS-A-ME AGAIN, can i get kakyoin and jotaro (seperately) with a s/o who is a rope bunny? aka really loves bondage, but when they're a dom really good at teasing?

Well hello again!

Kakyoin and Jotaro x Rope Bunny S/O

Warnings: NSFW, Bondage, Mention of Dom/Sub Dynamics, Spanking Mention, Inappropriate use of Stands.

Jotaro Kujo:

Magnificent at knots

It’s due to his job.

Usually uses deep blue or purple rope.

Might also use softer black and gold ropes

Likes to make a star pattern on your ass or chest as a way of marking you.

Might put it around your groin if he’s feeling cheeky

Usually leaves your legs untied or in a position where he can pin them up

Loves to take picture of you if you’re okay with that.

If you’re into more casual bondage he’d love to tie you up and let you sit on your knees by his desk.

He’ll pet your hair and whisper dirty thoughts while he finishes paperwork

Absolutely a brat taming dom but a bratty sub

He’ll let you take the lead when he’s stressed, but he won’t make it easy.

He’ll tease back just to see you flustered

He seems like an ass man to me.

Throw it back or grind it on him and he’ll lose some composure.

Noriaki Kakyoin:

Better at untying knots than tying them.

Loves using deep green ropes or silk.

He really wants to use his controller cords despite the danger.

Enjoys making heart shapes around your body.

Absolutely uses Hierophant’s tentacles as ropes

They might get used for a little more than that. 

Adores doing more artful type bondage like Shibari.

Also rather into casual bondage worn under clothes

He may get a little cheeky and use Hierophant for this.

He’s not one who bottoms naturally and he prefers being in control almost all of the time.

That being said he’s quite the tease himself and if you manage to out tease him top away.

I feel that his weakness is breasts or hips.

#Kakyoin x reader #Jotaro x reader #n/s/f/w

[calicoimagines]

SDC Lingerie Preferences

Anonymous said: Hello! May I request headcanons for the JoJos' reactions to their s/o wearing lingerie, and what kind of lingerie (colour, style) they'd like? Thank you so much!   Oh, and for the lingerie headcanon I just sent, you can do Dio too if you want :) Sorry for the two separate messages! Have a nice day/night!

WARNING NSFW

Jotaro Kujo

Lace and black, simple but sensual

I feel like he’s pretty vanilla so nothing too crazy or complicated

Anything complex pisses him off, he doesn’t wanna deal with clasps and ties, he’d be the most likely to rip something off from impatience

Doesn’t really...say anything about it but it’s obvious that he wasn’t complaining

Noriyaki Kakyoin

Greens and whites are his favorites, something almost pure but not

He likes fancy lingerie, the thought of you going through all that work for him makes him extremely happy

Extremely careful to not damage anything and always complimenting and checking in on you

Loves fluffy materials, they feel nice against him

Jean Pierre Polnereff

Dear god, he loves anything on you, from funny to sexy. He loves seeing as much skin as he can

He will tease you about trying to please him, he’s over the moon

Color doesn’t matter to him but one thing does

The stereotypical bunny trope please and thank you

Restrains your arms if you’re okay with it, just thinks it adds to the image of you being his pretty little present

Muhammad Avdol

Don’t get him wrong he loves your body, it’s amazing but he feels overwhelmed sometimes, he doesn’t think you need to show your skin to be beautiful

Likes flowey nightgown like lingerie, he thinks it makes you both much more relaxed and comfortable

Thanks you for the effort you put into looking nice and reassures you that he loves you even without it all

He will get you some lingerie if he thinks you’d like it

Joseph Joestar

Literally buys you things for shit n giggles but ends up loving it for more

He really doesn’t have a favorite, he just gets what he sees and thinks would look good on you

Aka everything, he bought too much and now you both have to sort through it all

“What the hell is this?” “A sexy moose!”

“Pose for the camera!” “Do I have to?”

DIO

Red and skimpy, that’s all

The color against your skin is a yes from him

Wear a size smaller than you are and watch him lose his mind as he sees the way stockings push against plush thighs

Anything fancy, only the best for his love

Leather straps? Yes, anything to make you look filthy

It’s so fucking late I’m sorry it got worse and worse but this took me like 3 hours because I decided to be extra and give like 5 examples per character so-

Lingerie Examples:

Purple-Jotaro, Green-Kakyoin, Yellow-Joseph, Blue-Polnareff, Orange-Avdol, Red-Dio

#n/s/f/w #jjbaimagines #jjba #jjba x reader #jjba headcannons #jean pierre polnareff #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #joseph joestar #jojo imagines #joseph joestar x reader #noriyaki kakyoin x reader #noriyaki kakyoin #muhammad avdol #muhammad avdol x reader #dio x reader #dio brando #DIO

[lausterholes]

hello may i request a picture of jotaro fingering his s/o please? merci!

Hope you don’t mind I take this request instead, lol.

- mod Vivian.

Uncensored here here and here

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba x anon #jjba scd #jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro x anon #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x anon #not sfw #n/s/f/w #mod vivian #drawing

[local-diavolo-anon]

Jotaro x fem! Reader where they have their first time together and they are both a nervous wreck cause they don’t wanna hurt each other-

I’m not good with words lmao

Awww this is so cute! Don't worry lovely anon, you made it perfectly clear ^^

Cw: implicit nsfw

Jotaroxreader first time

Jotaro has a big, bulky body, he knows how small you are compared to hi,m and he's always scared of hurting you

His lack of experience just makes everything take a nearly comic turn

You wouldn't have said that a dude like him, never actually made love with someone, but apparently, that's the chase

That evening you had invited him over, you ordered Italian food and ate outside, in the garden, under the stars

It took you an absurd amount of courage to actually ask and when you did, he froze like a salt statue, before flaming up like a red pepper and babbling out an affirmative answer

Getting to start would be a whole another story tho, especially because he's very big and he's scared of accidentally bumping into you, especially if you started by kissing first

He's not good at explaining his emotions in words and prefers them to do it with actions so be sure he would cover you in kisses first

Starting from you face and cheeks, lowering down to your neck and chest to lick and nibble gently at your soft skin

Just remember to buy him condoms because this man is not ready for it and would never think of buying them first if you didn't tell him

Be sure also to buy an extra-large size and a ton of lube

Jotaro doesn't absolutely want to hurt you so the first time(s), he will use a very exaggerated amount of lube, taking his time to prepare you and stretch you comfortably before anything else

He would go slow and deep at first, leaving you time to adjust and accommodate, before picking up a bit

He will never get too rough with you unless you ask it, he'll make sure you enjoy every second of it

Please do the same, tell him how much you love him, kiss him back, wrap your arms around him and kiss his neck, squeeze gently around him, and whisper him praises.

Knowing that you like it, gives him a huge confidence boost

This man will insist on taking care of everything afterward, telling you to remain in bed as he prepares a warm bath for both of you and wash the towel you used

This man loves you so much, please love him back, he needs it,,,

It took me a bit but here ^^" I hope you'll like these my lovely anon💖💖

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #fiest time #slightly n/s/f/w

[faegramme]

What will I write for?:

Well, right now I am relatively new to JJBA, I'm on Part 3, SDC, so this list will grow as I watch more jojo.

Part 1:

• Jonathan Joestar

• Dio Brando

• Robert E.O Speedwagon

Part 2:

• Joseph Joestar

• Caesar Zeppeli

• Kars

Part 3:

• Jotaro Kujo

• Noriaki Kakyoin

• Jean Pierre Polnareff

• DIO

What types of writing do I do?:

I'll do imagines, x reader headcanons, and regular fanfictions. I will write n/s/f/w for the characters above if requested.

What types of n/s/f/w writing will I do?:

I'll write any type of kink, really. I'm especially down for writing some stand fucking, that's my all time favorite jojo kink to write.

I'll only not write a few kinks; ddlg, watersports, "pedophilia", beastiality, or incest.

#jjba #jjba/reader #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba n/s/f/w #jjba x reader headcanons #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #dio brando #dio brando x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #caesar anthonio zeppeli #caesar anthonio zeppeli x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #noriaki kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader

[staruplatinum]

Can I request some Jotaro x reader nsfw headcanons?? That’d be amazing!! Ty!!

yessss for sure ♡👏🏻

Jotaro Kujo x Reader ; Nsfw Headcanons

Honestly, he doesn’t tend to have a huge sex drive like most men, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it. The truth is, he often wants sex he’s just terrible with his words and isn’t good with communicating how he feels.

He’s pretty private in general, and the same goes with sex. He wouldn’t ever be down for a ‘quicky’ in a risky situation, or where others might hear/see him and his s/o.

90% of the time, sex will be happening in the bedroom as he knows it’s the ‘safest’ place to do so, and, his s/o can be as loud as they want! ;)

jotaro’s biggest kink is choking. There’s something about the way his large hand squeezes against your throat while he’s fucking you senseless.. it turns him on to no extent. Especially when you struggle to moan.

He isn’t opposed to using his stand during sex, infact, he’d love to include star 💫 more often. Whether its star fucking you and Jotaro watching, or both of them pounding into you, it’s something he likes to engage in.

He’s very protective and can be quite jealous. If some guy even looks at you in a seductive way, expect to be rammed into the bed hard that night. - he has to remind you who you belong to.

He will try anything at least once. He isn’t a talker but he wants you to be happy and feel good - he believes sex should be about both parties.

He’s quite good with his tongue. When he goes down on you, expect to cum multiple times before he even gets to the good part

Jotaro loves to edge you and make you beg. Don’t test him - he can last a long time and isn’t afraid to spend the night dragging it out, only to see you writhe below him.

He is usually the dominant one, but he doesn’t mind if you ride him. However, he still likes to keep control.

Some positions he loves are doggy style, mating press and reverse cowgirl (though that one is used when you’re having fun with star too)

He has a bit of a kink for spanking. We all know he hates bratty people, so if you decide to be snarky with him, be prepared to have a red/bruised ass.

He prefers to cum inside you, or in your mouth.

Blowjobs make him weak - especially if you deepthroat him! :-)

Sometimes he likes to fuck your face, pulling on your hair and thrusting into you until your eyes have tears in them.

He’s not much of a cuddler, so don’t expect much for aftercare. If anything, you’ll have to ask for cuddles. And of course, he’ll just sigh and say “yare yare” . No matter what though, at night he always cuddles and holds you close.

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #n/s/f/w #jjba imagines

[mistabullets]

can i please request a scenario? 🥺 i was thinking of something like 18-21 y/o kakyoin who gets a new, attractive older neighbor and he just keeps looking for excuses to be around her? (and then m a y b e she repays him for all his help?)

ok guess i’ll heard y’all loud and clear! have your milf hunter kakyoin :3

NOTE: all characters are aged up! cw includes age gap (think 5+ years tho), fem pronouns, afab reader, alcohol mention, drinking, eating out, fingering, vaginal sex, drunk sex, praising

Not SFW under cut ;

“Good grief, why are you always trying to get with old hags?” Jotaro questioned.

When Kakyoin first laid eyes on you, his new neighbor, discussing with the landlord about the terms and agreement, he was instantly captivated by your beauty. The redhead boy was eyeing you from outside his balcony, enjoying the pleasant spring afternoon and the view you had to offer. He noticed the way you batted your lashes and how well the red lipstick suited your plump lips. The dress you had been wearing that particular day showed off the swell of your ass along with a slight cleavage, a promising view of your bigger breasts. You had certainly made his day and you didn’t even know it.

**

Two weeks later, Kakyoin notices you were finally moving into the empty apartment right next to his. With no lewd intentions behind his generous offer, he introduces himself as your next-door neighbor and offers to carry some of the heavier boxes, up and down the stairs. You are truly relieved since had some slight aches and pains already from preparing and packing up for your new home all by yourself. The two of you begin unloading the rental truck, which took about a good hour or two. Not that the younger man minds, since each time he trailed behind you, ascending the stairs, he has a great view of your butt. The sway of your hips is almost similar to the swing of a pendulum, spellbinding, to the point he has to control his gaze and not be caught in hypnosis.

Finally, the work is all done and boxes are settled in corners, furniture in their designated spots. You decide to order some pizza and share with Kakyoin, as thanks for all his hard work, despite just having met today. You get to know your new neighbor and friend during dinner; he’s a college student who had explored a lot as a teenager, having seen most of the world. Now, he and his best friend of four years, Jotaro, are studying at the local university; he’s currently in his junior year and halfway through in receiving a bachelor’s in Game Design. You’re impressed by his passion, saying he must be smart to be able to learn the complicated knowledge of technology and the dedicated art skill needed for video games. And Kakyoin learns a bit about you as well. Apparently, you moved because of a recent job offer, already had a degree under your belt, and you were seven years his senior. You had even been married at one point but divorced the scum over half a year ago! The younger man is surprised when he realizes you are close to hitting your thirties, believing you were at least in your early to mid-twenties. You take it as a compliment though, lucky that you have no grey hair yet to appear, despite the stress that had accumulated.

Over the next few weeks, Kakyoin helps you settle into your home. He gives you directions to wherever you need to go, helps you unpack a variety of clothes, cooking utensils, shower curtains, the bed frame, and even more furniture. The man is even kind enough to help with laundry and help set up the new computer that you had purchased recently. In return, you begin cooking meals for your young neighbor and his roommate. You have tried to offer him some money before but he always declines it, saying it was just him lending a helping hand to someone who needs it. What a sweet boy, I wish my ex would have been so kind like him, you would think to yourself.

**

Eventually, the two of you became close friends. You would invite him over for drinks and dinner after work. Sometimes, Jotaro would be there too, but he had no interest in hanging out with older women, always muttering “good grief” when you would burst into a fit of laughter after the redhead would tell a cheesy joke.

Tonight is a repeat of that.

You let out a snort, doubling over, “O-Oh geez, that’s a good one, Kak-kun!”

It is you, Kakyoin, and Jotaro playing a new game on the Nintendo 64. However, alcohol is in the mix, and both you and the redhead man are a bit too tipsy. Jotaro, annoyed by his friends’ antics, leaves the party of three, saying he has to get up early in the morning. Jotaro wonders if it is a good idea to depart, knowing his friend has a huge crush on you and it could lead to something messy. But he concludes, after interacting with you for the past month, there’s always a glint in your eyes when Kakyoin is around. Jotaro’s curious to see where it would eventually lead to. He utters a simple bye before telling his roommate he will leave the door unlocked if anyone needs him.

The soft click of the door closing indicates the party of three just turned into a party of two. Now, it is just you and Kakyoin now, still giggling over whatever nonsense had you howling. Once you manage to gain a semblance of composure, you tell the redhead that you want to watch a new movie you had bought recently. You toss the box at him, to see the cover. The man is intrigued after reading the back of the VHS box. After stating his interest, he slips the cassette into the player. After making some adjustments to the TV settings and pressing the button to play the movie, Kakyoin curls up right beside you on the couch. For right now, his attention is on the television screen, anticipating the horror sequences for Silence of the Lambs. But after about halfway into the movie, he notices how with each jump scare or the buildup of a scene, you would scoot yourself, as if seeking some sort of protection. Eventually, the boy, with warm drunken courage, lazily wraps one of his arms around your frame, holding you tight when the suspension broke within each scene.

**

As the credits rolls, you look up at your fellow movie-goer, slightly less intoxicated and realize his hand had slipped down to your waist during the course of the movie. An idea comes forth from the remainder of your inebriated and primitive mind, eyeing the young man beside you. You register, that you like Kakyoin a lot more than you originally thought. He’s mature for his age, super smart, and you bet he had some youthful vigor to him, right? With a stupid yet dazzlingly grin spreading across your delicious lips, you reach out to touch one of Kakyoin’s cheeks, rubbing it tenderly, a heated blush already radiating.

“Y-Y/N? What is it?” he asks, slight confusion in his voice. He always assumed you were into older men, or at least someone your age.

With drunken stupor, you giggle, “Oh nothing Kak, just realized how cute you are… like, really cute.”

You could feel the blush burn the palm of your hand even more, “Oh, really now?” the boy prods, his lush thoughts spiking a nerve in him, finding a renowned boldness.

“Yeah, I… I don’t know, just kind of wanna kiss you. Would that be okay?” now you are flushing as you took note of how Kakyoin’s lavender orbs scan your body and the position you are currently in. The faint scent of beer from your breath tickles his nostrils and he finally sees just how inviting your pretty lips are, even without the lipstick applied on. Your eyes long from him, even in the darkness with the faint glow of the menu screen. Without any more hesitation, he seals you in an experimental kiss. You gasp into his mouth but soon welcome the taste of fermented booze and cherry-flavored chap-stick. Soon, his tongue slips into your mouth and he tastes even more of you; it is more intoxicating than the beer the both of you shared earlier. After a minute or two of this developing make-out session, his soft lips peels away from yours; both of you need to catch your breath, to process what was going on. But you could sense both of you wanted more, by how flushed your cheeks are and the lust dancing in his pupils. You decide to make the next move, being the more experienced one, by straddling his lap. You lock lips again.

One thing leads to another. Eventually, the redhead underneath you unbuttons your blouse, throwing it into some forgotten corner of your living room. Kisses and loves bites are littered on the side of your neck, down to your left breast. Wanting more of his touch, you reach from behind and unhook the bra hook, revealing your ample tits. Kakyoin allows himself a moment to admire the softness, how bouncy they look, and how delicious your nipples look. Experimentally, he reaches for one breast while he leans in and gives the unattended nipple a lick. You grab a hold of both shoulders as Kakyoin stops being experimental and more precise with technique. What was the last time you felt this good? And god, you feel your panties are already soaked as the young man pinches your hardening buds. “O-Oh god, Kak-kun, y-yes, good boy, you’re doing such a good job~”

Encouraged, the boy slides one of his hand from your chest, slithering his warm digits against your belly until he reaches your groin and the hem of your pants. He reaches further down, slipping his hand into your jeans and feeling to lacy undergarments you are wearing. You edge him to go further, wanting to feel his thick fingers inside of you already. “Right there, Kak~” you plead, as the boy peppers kisses into your neck and shoulder. He happily fulfills your request, exploring southward, passing your trimmed bush before being invited by the welcoming slit of your wet pussy. However, Kakyoin has an even better idea. Without warning, he grabs you by the waist and gently throws you onto the couch. Now he’s on top of you, gaining control.

You elicit a gasp, slightly taken aback by his boldness, “Oh my, Kakyoin…”He pulls down your jeans along with your panties, and now you’re fully naked before the younger man as he drinks in the sight of your sexy figure. He reaches for the hem of his shirt and throws it off. You can’t help but also admire the defined muscles of his abdomen, the heave of his chest from all the excitement, and the bulge growing more prominent with each passing moment. Your focus is turned back to Kakyoin, as he opens up your legs and nestles into the apex of your thighs. “Please, Y/N, call me Noriaki,” he says before dipping his face to your sex, spreading apart your pussy to reveal your glistening pussy and your needy clit. He admires it for a moment, before his tongue curiously laps over your exposed entrance, the tip of it probing at your sensitive nub. Instinctively, you reach to grab a hand fist full of crimson locks, particularly his side bang. “Noriaki, r-right there… lick my clit again, please…!”

And after a few more licks, he finally gets the hang of it all, your voice guidance to how to properly eat out a woman. Your ex would rarely go down on you despite how often he would demand blowjobs… and when he did go down, he would complain about how you needed to look good and clean yourself up. However, Kakyoin is obsessed with the musky, feminine scent of you and drinks your juices like a man who hasn’t had water in days. While he’s not exactly experienced compared to Jotaro, his eagerness to please makes up for it. He rests one hand on your inner thigh while he decides to further tease your entrance. He index and middle finger presses up against your core and sinks in. You let out a moan, not prepared for the intrusion but once they are adjusted, buried to the hilt, you begin to welcome the sturdy digits inside of you. And Kakyoin enjoys the wet warmth swallowing up his fingers, the velvety walls of your cunt hugging him tightly. Gently, he begins to scissor and curls the two fingers inside you, until he finds that one sweet spot that makes your back arch and you release a needy cry. Making a mental note to himself, he pumps his finger in and out of you while his lips suck at your clit. You scream his name, “N-Noriaki! O-Oh fuck, if you, nngh! K-Keep that up– I-I’ll cum!”

He gasps for air, but still relentlessly finger fucking your insides, “Then please, do cum for me, Y/N!”

And keep it up he does, eyeing your body and watching with satisfaction as you squirm and buck yourself into him; you want more of his mouth on your pink pearl and more of his thick fingers inside of you. Thinking you can handle it, Noriaki adds a third finger and continues his ministrations, wanting to bring you to your first climax of the evening. The pad of his fingers hits your g-spot one more time and coil in your abdomen uncurls, washing you with a wave of pleasure and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. After your orgasm settles down and you’re down gushing out your juice, the boy underneath you gently pulls out his fingers, admiring the slick wetness before popping it into his mouth. He can’t help it, you just taste so, so sweet to him. You relish in the afterglow of your climax before remember how hard your new lover must be.

Catching him off guard, you tackle the younger man back on the bed and start to unbuckle his belt. You then proceed to unzip his pants, pulling it and his boxer (with cherries on them of course) down to his ankles. You take a moment to examine his manhood, the length being long and having a decent amount of girth to it. You think the red tip is cute, matching hair color. While it looks appetizing, you want to get to the main course. Not wasting any more time, you mount your lover and begin to tease his dick, already leaking with precum. Kakyoin takes the time to appreciate your palpable body and how it radiates your lustful intentions. Your hair is already a mess, (e/c) eyes are wanting, and your shoulders and checks a subtle shade of red. He grabs your hips and helps you as you start to align your molten core with his bold erection, now slicker with your lewd fluids. Slowly, you begin to sink down, the tip of Kakyoin’s cock already filling you up. His nails bite into your waist, leaving crescent shape scars while his dick is buried to a hilt. “G-God, (Y/N), you feel absolutely amazing around me, p-please, I want more of your pussy–”

“N-Nori– mm, god, yes, I’ll fuck you, I-I want to thank you, oh god, you’re so big–” you babble, as you begin bouncing on him, taking control and placing your hands on his chest. You lean down for another passionate kiss, riding him until exhaustion before he takes the lead. Both of you go at it for hours…

Meanwhile, Jotaro can hear all of this. The walls are very thin but at least, so it seems, that the both of you are having fun. But it’s still annoying and your lewd noises will definitely wake up the cranky neighbors. “Yare yare daze,” the black-haired man groans to himself, rummaging through his drawer until he finds his handy dandy Walkman with his headphones already attached. He slips them on and presses the play button, blocking out the sultry moans and godawful dirty talks the both of you converse in. Finally, he can study in peace. He goes back to his desk and returns to his research for his marine zoology class. 

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[icollectyoursins]

Jotaro x Reader NSFW

Anon said: “Saw that requests are open! Do you think I could ask for some Jotaro smut. I would love for him to just use me however he pleases.”

Fun fact! I was almost forced to write this twice because tumblr just kind of... took it? Maybe it’s some deity trying to have a laugh, but I could not find this in my drafts at all, but I could see it in the mass post editor tab and I could add more tags to it, but it was nowhere to be found. 

Whether you’ve been good or bad, there’s one thing that your partner Jotaro always knows how to do. Fuck you until you’re stupid. There was just something about his demeanour and stature that made you give in to his every word. This time, he decides to bring a belt to the bedroom and you are weak.

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WARNINGS: Belts used as collars, spanking, anal fingering, anal

Word Count: 1360

   Jotaro stood above you, fully clothed with a belt in both hands. You were kneeling in front of him, naked and cold, though the only thing that made you shake was anticipation. Eagerly, you waited for either a command or for him to simply shove his cock down your throat. His bright blue eyes stared down at you, demanding and hard.

   “Get on the bed,” he rumbled. Quickly, you sat up, perching yourself on the edge. “Turn around.” Again, you did as you were told. He towered over you, caging your body under his while he whispered in your ear. “Don’t move. I’m not afraid of leaving your ass red.”

   You whimpered, barely able to contain your excitement. Carefully, he put the belt against your throat, looping it behind your head, turning it into a collar and leash. He buckled it, then tugged on it lightly to make sure it was secure enough. The moan you let out got caught in your throat as it pressed into your neck. It wasn’t enough to fully choke, just something you knew Jotaro would use as a warning unless you told him otherwise.

   “Behave,” he growls in your ear before pulling back letting the belt go slack while his freehand started groping your ass immediately. He could feel his erection straining against his pants. There was nothing he wanted to do more fuck you senseless, but as tempted as he was and as rough as he wanted to be, he didn’t want to hurt you. Too much.

   Jotaro’s thumb massaged into your asshole, watching it twitch when he spread your cheeks open, practically begging him to destroy you. The anticipation was killing you. You wiggled towards him, pressing into his pelvis. He glared for a second, then brought his hand down on your ass cheek, making you yelp. The belt was pulled back, forcing you to arch your back. 

   “Don’t move.”

   You gulped, meekly nodding your head. Again, the belt was released, though this time he pushed you onto the bed, holding you in place. His finger was already brushing against your hole, making you whine.

   “Spread yourself for me.” Almost as though you were on autopilot, you reached back, spreading your cheeks open. He hummed in appreciation, teasing your aching hole more before giving in. He pressed into you, slowly stretching you open. You cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, then he pulled his finger back. Then, the process repeated again.

   Gradually, he worked you open making you moan into the sheets. Finally, the full digit was inside you, curling into your sweet spots. You were used to the insertion when he tried putting in a second one, gently pushing against your hole while watching your reactions. He was very careful to not hurt you, but you were too tight. 

   You hear the sound of a bottle click open then the feel of something cold dripping onto your hole. Lube. Relief washed over you, though you were fully prepared for him to be a little more rough tonight, you were thankful he wanted to make this as easy as possible for you. You moaned as his thick fingers massaged into you, collecting little drops on his index and pushing them into your ass.

   Again, two warm digits were pressed against your hole, slowly testing your looseness. Still pinned down by his other hand, you tried not to squirm under him, but the slow pace was agonizing. The stretch around his middle and fourth finger was simply delicious. You couldn’t help the moans that fell freely from your lips as he stretched you open along with incoherent begging for him to split you in two. He was only a knuckle deep, but you already felt spread out wide.

   Jotaro slowly fucked his fingers in and out of you, seemingly undisturbed by your desperate mewls. Eventually, three fingers were added. You were openly leaking onto the bedsheets from both ends by now. He felt so good. You were so close, so fucked out. You just wished he would give you the “honour” of making a mess on his floor. 

   “Pleasseeee.” You whined out, letting your arms flop to your sides, tired from holding yourself open for so long. He stopped moving.

   “’Please,’ what?” He stretched his fingers out, scissoring you.

   “~AaaAah. Please, let me cuummm!” He pulled on the belt, arching your back towards him. You moaned. “Sir!”

   The fingers were pulled out of your ass, leaving you empty. Once again he leaned over you, staring down at you. You were a mess. Lips were swollen from biting them so much with a little trail of drool at the corner of your mouth. Your hair clung to the sweat on your face. You were quite the mess, but he could make you so much worse.

   Using Star Platinum, he undid the buttons and zippers on his pants, pulling them down. His cock bounced free from his boxers, finally free. Without looking, he lined the tip up with your now loose hole, watching your eyes grow wide realizing you were getting what you had been begging for.

   Jotaro’s stand spread your ass cheeks apart while he pressed himself into you. You cried out, head hanging down. He tugged on the belt again.

   “Look at me,” he growled. You stared up at him, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You wanted him so bad. He continued to push into you, making your eyes cross. His cock filling you deliciously drove you wild to the point where you thought there was going to have some kind of brain damage.

   He was only halfway in when he started thrusting into you, slowly at first to get you used to his size, but gradually he picked up the pace. You were in bliss being turned into his cock sleeve, bouncing happily on his dick. The more the fucked you, the more he was able to give you. Soon he was almost fully in you, stretching your insides in a way that made you forget your name. 

   “Jotarooo~” You moaned out over and over again as he rolled his hips into you, making your vision go white. Again, you were so close to your release, it was getting harder and harder to not push back into him, using him to finally cum. He would never let you, of course. He would probably walk away if you so much as bucked under him. Shamefully, the thought of him tying you down in this spot then leaving you turned you on even more.

   “Unf~ fuck. You’re so tight.” He pushed you down onto the bed, leaning over you again. The new position just made everything that much more intense for both of you.  Both of you groaned loudly while he plowed into you. It was as though your ass was pulling back in each time he pulled out. He had no choice but to push deeper into you while he chased his release. 

   Your eyes were rolling back into your head, voice rising in pitch as you got closer. You blurted out incoherent ‘please’s and ‘I’m close’s until he hit a sensitive part of you, forcing you to barrel over into your orgasm, crying out his name while you gushed out onto the floor.

   Jotaro followed soon after, spilling his seed into your bowels with a loud groan. Both of you panted, hot and sweaty from the exertion until he gently undid the belt, calling Star Platinum to massage your neck while he pulled out. He grabbed the warm towels you had set on the side table earlier, softly cleaning up the mess as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

   After getting you more comfortable on the bed, he opted to read a book while he waited for you to wake up. After all, he wasn’t quite done with you just yet. Though, he did check his phone to see how his picture turned out. Unbeknownst to you, he had briefly stopped time while you were mid-orgasm to savour the moment. He might share them with you after this, but not before taking just a few more.

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[mariamakeslemons]

... And Melt with You (Jotaro Kujo x AFAB!Reader)

This is the second piece based off that ask between @jonathanstigbitties and @momokujo

You tremble underneath Jotaro, oversensitive from how long he’s been pounding into you. Your slick squishes with each thrust of his cock, the loudest sound of the room as your throat is sore from moaning and screaming earlier, the grunts and growls from Jotaro seeming to be muted in the room.

“Jojo,” you croak, your hands cradling his face. He listens to your silent request, kissing you fiercely, like he’s drowning without you. His internship took him away from you for way too long, two whole months without seeing you, only hearing your voice on the bi-weekly calls home he was able to make when the boat returned for more supplies.

“Mine. All mine,” he declares with a growl, giving another thrust.

“Yours. Make me yours. Give me a baby,” you moan, his thrusts stuttering as he stares down at you in shock. Your relationship with him has endured fighting DIO and surviving the two of you living together during college. But this? Making a child with you.

“Fuck,” Jotaro wheezes, Star Platinum appearing as the world turns grey and you lay beneath him, frozen with time. He pounds into your pussy, wild with want.

“Yes, yes, yes. Make you mine. Give you baby. Keep you by my side as we raise them,” he rambles desperately, even knowing that you won’t be able to answer him. The grey suddenly disperses as he cums inside your pussy, roaring as your cunt clenches around him and you shriek at your own sudden orgasm. Jotaro pants and drops beside you as you blink up at the ceiling.

“Jojo... What the fuck did you do,” you croak out. He hums in response, rolling on the bed to reach the bedside table, grabbing the water bottle off it. He takes a little sip before offering you the rest. You take it and chug half the bottle in one go, rolling to the other side with a grunt as you set the bottle on the other table.

“I may have used Star Platinum to breed you,” he finally says, as casually as can be. You slowly turn to look at him, your mouth open in shock before you pout.

“You won’t use Star to help me reach the top shelf in a grocery store, but you’ll use him to fuck me into the bed?” you huff. Jotaro slowly rolls his neck to look at you.

“Priorities,” he deadpans, chuckling and raising his hand to protect his head as you try to hit him with your pillow.

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[nympsycho-ao3]

Counterplay

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After transferring schools due to your propensity for fighting, you witness something more exciting than the teacher's scrawling on the chalkboard: a certain delinquent taking advantage of his Stand's abilities to get the upper hand in a fight. Determined to see his star-dusted companion again, you try to convince him the only way you know how: by pissing him off enough to bring him forth.

After a full day of teasing and public humiliation by your hand, Jotaro takes matters into both pairs of hands that he has in his arsenal and teaches you a lesson. You don't back down so easily, pushing all of his buttons as he slowly grows to enjoy the look of defiant surrender on your face.

[In which you tease Jotaro so thoroughly that he and Star Platinum have no choice but to double team you and put you in your place, no matter how hard you try to keep yourself atop your pedestal.]

A commission/request piece from JotaroKujhoe on AO3.

You resent that your parents insisted you transfer schools, especially as you only just recently began to feel comfortable with your social standing at your previous one. It’s almost unfair that just one fight landed you in this situation; well, one fight too many. You’re present for the end of your first month of classes only because of pressure from your parents, not that it means much to you anyway. You’re more motivated by the threat of a curfew than academic standing as you begrudgingly saunter towards the school, squinting into the sun with a scowl.

You hear commotion coming from everywhere and nowhere as you approach an alley towards the back of the school, a solace you thought only you knew about. It had become routine for you to smoke a cigarette before classes start, at least on the days you bothered to come to school on time. Today, though, it appears someone has already beat you to the punch.

It’s not the only punch that’s been thrown. You stop short as you catch sight of a hulking man tower over some poor soul, his back turned to you as he clutches the front of the smaller man’s shirt in his fists. You usher behind the protection of the brick wall with shuffled feet, almost tripping over yourself as you peer from the corner. Your curiosity has gotten you into trouble before, and you hope today will be the exception. You already know you’re in hot shit considering the reputation of the student you recognize and can only imagine what he would do if he caught you snooping in his business.

The smaller man jolts his leg to collide against the other’s shin, the expression on his face indicating that he’s sure it would be a final blow. Your eyes catch on a glint of purple at the collision, just for a moment as it dissolves as quickly as it appeared.

Huh?

The man’s expression turns sour at the stubborn, confident position of his leg as it remains unmoved. He doesn’t have time to protest before he’s shoved onto the pavement roughly, the neck of his shirt stretched wide and loose. His confidence is evidently shaken, his hands raising in a plea for mercy. He says something, but the other’s booming voice overpowers it just as easily as his bravado.

“Try it.”

You’re beginning to understand why fangirls harass the guy so ardently, though you’re usually not too keen on men that don’t like to be thrown around. Your mind is almost taken away from the strange purple flash by the sultry, commanding tone. However, as the downtrodden man musters some gusto and staggers to meet his opponent’s glower with a swift punch, your eyes widen and you purse your lips to keep quiet.

What on Earth?

You’re met with the sight of an arcane being that tempts your sense of reality from your comfortable understanding of the world. Your breath catches at the wideness of its back and the sheer size of its presence, your eyes scanning its form from the undulating of its hair to the way it dissipates to nothing at the knees. It’s terrifying, especially as its hand lines up with Jotaro’s to catch the man’s fist. He cries out as his arm is twisted into a painful-looking angle that makes you wince. The pads of your fingers singe with the rough texture of the brick beneath them as you recoil. Even in your disgust, you follow the way it seems to float in the air while having more weight than any being you’ve ever seen, somehow more real than anything else. You consider that you’re simply going insane, only for the figment to fade from reality in an instant as the victim crumbles to the ground. The winner kicks pebbles into the loser’s face as he braces his arm and grits his teeth. He apparently has a death wish, spitting a loogie onto the shoe in front of his face. You can feel the indignance that emanates from the tension in his shoulders, itching to beat the sad heap below him to a bloody pulp. He apparently settles on cleaning his shoe with the convenience of the loser’s face, swiping the spit across his cheek as he digs his hands in his pockets.

He retrieves a pack of cigarettes and lights one nonchalantly, knowing that even though the loser spits vulgarities and threats that this was handled and over with. You’re still reeling from the image of the immense purple figure that barely appeared long enough to convince you it was real. It was foreboding, its very presence raising the hair on the back of your neck. You push away the tugging at your gut, your lungs filling with blessed cool air as you finally gather your thoughts.

You realize that more than anything, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

The clarity is overshadowed by panic as Jotaro starts to turn away from the pathetic sight beneath him, a puff of smoke marking his leave. You scuffle behind the solace of brick, resigning yourself away from detection. As you force yourself to keep your pace casual, you pop a cigarette of your own in your mouth to give you an alibi if you’re confronted.

There’s nothing, though, as he strides away in silence, his eyes shadowed by the brim of his hat and face buried in the lapels of his jacket. You catch a brief glimpse of his features despite his shrouding, the look in his eyes fearsome as he stares daggers ahead of him. Even someone as fiery as you would stutter under that gaze.

You light your cigarette as you watch him go, leaning against the wall hoping for some sort of stability in more ways than one. The headrush of nicotine soothes your pricked nerves, but you’re still left with the compelling desire to know more. He can’t just tempt you with that… creature and not expect you to get some answers. You don’t know how to approach him; You don’t remember his name even though you have homeroom with him, and there’s no way you could just ask. You’re sure of one thing, though:

It appears when he’s pissed off.

It’s a challenge you’re definitely up for, needing some excitement to get you through the monotony you’re sure would be ahead of you otherwise.

~

You don’t have a plan, hoping you’ll figure it out as you go along. You know he sits in the same desk every day, the farthest one from the front of the class and tucked in the corner. No one would dare try to take the desk for themselves, considering they don’t want a concussion any time soon. You’ve never paid him any mind; he’s actually rather quiet considering his demeanor and keeps to himself. Not that anyone ever tried to engage him. You thought he was all bark and no bite before this morning.

You get to class late to make sure he’s in his desk before you arrive. Your reasoning is valid, considering that Jotaro is slouched in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, with his hat pulled over his eyes. Is he asleep? Well, he wouldn’t be for long.

It doesn’t take much for you to collect the guts to fuck with someone, instigation your strong suit as you prefer to start and end conflict yourself. Knowing what he’s capable of, though, almost gives you pause as you muster a confident stride towards his desk. After he sets a short stack of papers on his desk, your first bright idea brings a smile to the corner of your lips.

All it takes is a roll of your hips up and over the corner of his desk to send the papers fluttering onto the floor. You’re not shy, eyeing him with heavy lids as you let your thigh rest against the surface of his desk a bit too long. He doesn’t meet your kindness, however. You can only assume he’s looking down at the papers, his expression hidden by the brim of his hat. Other students mutter among themselves as they turn to witness the scene, obviously concerned for your life as they realize what was going on. You don’t leave them with much more to deliberate as you nonchalantly continue to your desk, not giving him another glance until the teacher starts class just a moment later. You keep it subtle, watching him from the corner of your eye. His papers are back on his desk, though his position is no different. You can’t help but smirk at his irritated scowl.

As the teacher takes attendance, you pay attention to what she’s saying for perhaps the first time all month.

“Kujo.”

He lazily raises a finger in the air for just a moment before returning it to the crease of his arm.

Kujo, huh? Interesting.

“Try to respond using your words next time, Jotaro,” the teacher continues. Jotaro obviously isn’t in the mood for more bullshit, his intense glare shutting the teacher up before she dug herself into a hole she couldn’t get out of. You’re amused at the way he gets what he wants by commanding with his body instead of his words.

Jotaro, what a name. It suits him, almost as general-like as Watanabe himself. You wonder if you’ve gotten under his skin, his expression giving you no true indication either way as his stoicism returns. You’ll have to find out later, despite your persistent curiosity and need for validation. For now, you ponder your next move and settle on one that charms you enough to daydream about the outcome.

After class, you bolt from your desk as casually as you can. You’re trying not to be too forward, though you suppose it doesn’t matter considering the circumstances. As long as you end up in front of him as students file out of the classroom, you don���t care how you get there. Luckily, you manage to shove some of Jotaro’s ever-present groupies out of the way to insist your position in front of him. You head towards like door like any other day, making sure that Jotaro is doing the same before stopping dead in your tracks. He’s forced to either collide his chest into your back or dig the soles of his shoes into the floor to stop. He manages a bit of both, keeping himself composed as his chest briefly knocks against you. The contact brings a smile to your face despite the shocked gasps and glances your way. He balances himself back to his full stature with a supportive backstep, the girls calling out to you with some nonsense you don’t care enough to listen to. In fact, their shrill chattering only spurs you on; you were already on your way to pissing off Jotaro, might as well knock a few other pins down while you’re at it.

You dig through your pencil case slyly before selecting one by touch. You have to keep your expression neutral despite the excitement of your intentions, a feat accomplished from many years of mastering your poker face. You suppress the urge to sock these annoying bitches in their faces as you drop the pencil nonchalantly, the tinkling noise of plastic meeting linoleum quieting them down for a moment.

They’re finally speechless as you bend at the waist to retrieve it, taking your time to let your skirt ride up your thighs. You bend one knee just enough to round your hip, your hair falling to frame your face as you stretch the muscles of your thighs. Whatever pleasure you’re getting from this is quickly becoming addictive, especially as Jotaro remains as silent as ever. God, how good it would feel to get something out of him aside from defiant silence.

You didn’t think you’d have the gusto to do it, but you jut your hip just enough to expose the pattern of your panties to anyone who was looking for it. You’re not sure if Jotaro is among them, but the girls definitely are. One of them moves between you and the stillness of Jotaro’s form in an effort to either preserve your decency or their perception of Jotaro’s viridity. You rise slowly, unable to conceal your self-satisfied smirk as you return the pencil to its case.

You don’t acknowledge any of them as you prance towards the door, leaving Jotaro in the shadow of your actions, hands stuffed in his pockets and upper lip curled just enough to alter his features.

~

Two class periods pass before you see Jotaro again, giving you plenty of time to choreograph your next move. You’d expected that you would have to find him after school, but luckily enough you catch the glint of the gold chain that dangles from his jacket as he rummages through his locker. You roll your lips between your teeth as you weave through the barriers of peoples’ very existences, approaching Jotaro from the side, his face obstructed by the locker door. You wait for him to straighten before busting the locker door shut with your elbow, the metal clanging with a crash that captures the attention of bystanders. Everything is still for a moment, Jotaro seemingly unaffected by the noise that startled others around them. You see the muscles of Jotaro’s jaw tense for just a brief, delicious moment before he turns to address you. You don’t like being looked down upon, but the mixture of frustration and indignance justifies the necessity of it. Meeting his gaze is easy enough, something Jotaro isn’t used to. He takes the lead by virtue of his height, though, and both of you know it. Something about that pisses you off, warranting a move to assert your rightful place. You schmooze your shoulder into the wall of lockers as you cross your arms across your chest, the decrease in height made up for by the peek of cleavage through the space between your carefully unbuttoned uniform. You swear you see the bobbing of his Adam’s apple with a quick swallow, but you can’t confirm your suspicion. If he sees what you hope he sees, especially from his vantage point, he would have to be looking indirectly. He doesn’t offer so much as a quick glance, boring holes into your smug-looking eyes instead. Your expression is completely calculated; it’s a request, an invocation, for him to do something about what apparently bothers him more than he lets on.

“The fuck do you want?”

You didn’t expect him to speak, the darkness in his tone catching you off guard. It’s a short-lived surprise, though, as you ponder the question quite honestly. What exactly did you want? You’re not sure if you have a goal of seeing the spectre again or if you simply enjoy this cat-and-mouse game you’ve roused perhaps a bit too much. You smile as he glares, awaiting your response.

You scoff as you tauntingly raise your index finger to the lapel of his jacket, sliding it between a link of the gold chain that dangles from it. His hands clench into fists as you flick the chain upwards, hooking it on the edge of the lapel and knocking it against his collarbone. Not a second after the chain settles, Jotaro snatches your wrist with a grip you can only interpret as a threat.

His reaction is almost as thrilling as it is terrifying, the bones of your wrist starting to ache under Jotaro’s knuckles. You can’t hide your satisfied grin as you meet his glooming stare, only pissing him off further. He breaks eye contact to scan his surroundings, noticing the small crowd beginning to form around you. He gives your wrist a squeeze before casting it away, his lip curling at the situation he finds himself in. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was showing you mercy. He’s probably more concerned about his reputation; though he hasn’t given other people’s opinions a single thought in the past, he doesn’t want to be known as a woman-beater. The idea excites you. You exaggerate the impact of his fingers on your wrist, feigning a grimace and a harsh hiss through your teeth. The murmurings among the crowd as to Jotaro’s character almost make you smile, though you find it within yourself to inhibit your amusement.

A flash of red hair comes between you and Jotaro. You step back as someone who must be his friend grabs his arms and tries to soothe him, rushed platitudes breaking Jotaro’s fierce gaze at you.

An unexpected opportunity, but one you appreciate nonetheless.

You sneakily dig around the outer pocket of your purse, dangling at your side, while the crowd is distracted by Jotaro’s friend. From the shroud of the pocket, you slide out a pair of blue-wrapped objects that jut between your fingers.

Jotaro’s eyes catch on the flash of color immediately as you tumble them onto the floor. You smugly await his response as he appears to begin ignoring his friend, the realization of what the objects are taking over his face with a scowl. The crowd realizes, too, and their murmuring starts to boil into a roar.

His eyes return to yours and you swear you see a hint of a blush flush his cheeks. You smirk at his indignance, arms crossing to round your cleavage fuller for him. His friend keeps sputtering nonsense even as Jotaro shifts his attention fully to you, eyes flashing between the condoms on the floor and your self-satisfied glare.

“Wouldn’t want to embarrass your friend, Jotaro…” you sneer, lids heavy over your confident eyes.

Jotaro glowers at your use of his name, feeling like a child that’s being disciplined for something he didn’t do. He looks back towards his friend for reassurance, but it’s too late. He begins to crane his face towards you, looking for answers that Jotaro refuses to give.

Jotaro needs to be quick. He pushes past his friend, earning an irate grunt from him as he knocks his shoulder forcefully. The crowd giggles amusedly as Jotaro rushes to crouch to the ground and swipe the pair of condoms into his seething fist. Looking down on him, finally lower than you despite your short stature, is titillatingly enticing.

He rises as his friend snaps accusations at him, shoving the condoms back towards your chest assertively. Your arms remain crossed, though you infuriate him with a glance towards the blue peeking between his fingers. His lips part with the first genuine sign of assured embarrassment he’s shown, and along with his begging eyes he’s certainly coming undone. You scoff a laugh at him though he glares down at you, his friend tugging at his jacket insisting he calm down.

Jotaro resigns. He stuffs the condoms into his pocket with a spitting tsk, embarrassment shying away to make room for uninhibited rage. His friend huffs as Jotaro grips his upper arm and starts dragging him past you. He makes sure to clip your shoulder with his arm as he passes you, sending you one final message, a warning.

It goes unheeded.

~

Gym class is hardly worth Jotaro’s time. He makes the most of it as a free period, listening to sportscasts on a portable radio. The bleachers of the outdoor track make a fine resting spot high above the other, more obedient students as they loop perpetually around the asphalt track. Teachers don’t bother to attempt to coerce him into participating. They knew the drill by now; they let him puff on a cigarette as long as he keeps far enough away from them so they don’t have to smell it. He’s just thankful to be left alone for a few brief, cherished moments.

Those moments don’t last long.

He opens his eyes after enjoying the solace of his sportscast when he hears you stomping up the bleachers, the hollow metallic sound already irritating enough without knowing who was causing it. He meets your gaze with a curl of his upper lip and a deeper furrowing of his brow, his expression telling you to fuck off without needing to use his words. He takes a drag on his cigarette as you pass him, billowing smoke tossing with the current your body tears through the still air.

Getting him alone is exactly what you needed. He might be hiding his abilities because there’s other people around, you reason. Can everyone else see it, too?

You plop down just one bleacher superior to his own, a hollow clang marking the indifferent manner in which you set down a radio of your own. Jotaro doesn’t turn to meet your smug gaze, the hair on the back of his head glistening blueish under the afternoon sun.

What type of music would he hate the most? Your bite the inside of your lip in thought, swiping a line of sweat that dots your hairline from the late September heat. Jotaro’s jacket is thick and dark; how is he not sweltering right now?

You tune the radio to the first station that comes through the grating static. Usually Seiko Matsuda would be perfectly tolerable, but as you crank up the volume, her pleasant voice quickly becomes quite abrasive. Jotaro’s shoulders hunch over himself with a plainly evident ill temper. His sportscast is no match for the sultry beats, easily drowned out from the sheer volume of your music. Pushing his buttons becomes easier and easier, much to your delight.

In fact, it doesn’t take nearly as long for him to retaliate as he had in the past. He’s not in the mood for vague threats or veiled irritation, taking a much more forward approach. Your eyes widen as he turns suddenly to launch something directly into the speaker of your radio, effectively muffling the sound enough to bring the sportscast to clarity once again.

You’d normally be wickedly irate at someone damaging your property, especially as it sputters out into silence, but your attention is captured by something much more inciting. A flash of purple lines the muscles of his forearm, iridescent in the bright sunlight and absolutely captivating. You look down on him with heavy, smug eyes and your legs crossed tightly. Your foot dangles too close to Jotaro’s shoulder for his liking; he jerks away from you, leaning to collect the Zippo that was lodged in the circuitry of your radio. You suppose you should feign a normal reaction, considering you’re not sure if Jotaro knows you can see the intriguing purple specter.  

“What the fuck, dickbrain?” you snarl, caressing the remains of your radio. You have to shout over the ambient cheering of a crowd from Jotaro’s radio.

“You’re damn annoying,” Jotaro leers, not afraid to meet your gaze under the brim of his hat.

It’s like he’s teasing you, giving you only brief glances of violet that makes you want to beg for more. You’re too prideful for that, and despite your prodding and goading he seems just as unyielding as ever. It’s becoming increasingly apparent, though, that even the cool and collected Jotaro has a limit.

You’re staunchly curious as to what that limit is.

You uncross your legs smoothly, bringing the tip of your shoe to the undershirt beneath his jacket. He huffs a breath with the contact, his eyes trailing from your foot and up your thigh. Your lips pout with victory as you notice his eyes unsheath from the shadow of his hat to linger between your legs, his attention obviously captured by the flash of color there. He swallows briefly before returning your gaze with a burning fury in his eyes.

“Yeah? What’cha gonna do about it?” you antagonize, rolling your ankle to sully his shirt further. The disrespect doesn’t go unnoticed as his lip curls, making way for the barely-there, quiet growl that escapes from between his teeth.

“You fucking--”

You extend your knee with a jolt, sending his torso backwards with the thrust. He grunts with the unexpected incivility, clamoring to catch his balance before he would tumble down the rising levels of the bleachers.

You get what you want.

He propels himself forward with the assistance of broad arms that appear by his side, supporting his shoulders with an authoritative grip. You admire the hue and muscle of them, gloved hands obfuscating bulky fingers. You’re no match for its strength, your leg bending to its will as your knee bends.

Your smug expression infuriates him to a tight grip of your ankle. He snaps your foot off of him, opening your legs for a brief moment. You allow yourself to be manhandled, the purple fingers digging into your skin deliciously. You’re particularly forgiving, considering the way Jotaro holds you in that position just a bit longer than he needs to do get a better view. He seems surprised by his own actions, dropping your leg hastily and phasing his purple companion out of view. He hides within the forgiving shadow of his hat once more. You keep your legs uncrossed and agape, just enough to invite his glance but not assert it. He doesn’t take the invitation, his fists clenched as he meets you with pinpoint pupils. You see more of the whites of his eyes than you have before.

You need to hide that you’ve seen it, though every part of you wants to interrogate him further. The tension of his jaw prevents you from saying anything, favoring action as opposed to words. You wonder why he’s not saying anything since you two were relatively unbothered by witnesses. You want to know what he’s thinking, but you don’t dare ask.

You eye the scuff of dirt on his shirt as you lean down, your arms pressing your cleavage against the constraint of your ever-increasingly revealing constraints of your uniform, a flash of a lacy bra peeking from the plain white collared shirt. Jotaro does nothing except seethe quietly as you pluck the half-finished cigarette from his lips; he gives you a little resistance but is caught off guard by your assertiveness. As you bring the cigarette to your lips, you watch his reaction carefully, drinking in the anger that burns from the terseness of his muscles. He’s usually so coolheaded, perhaps infuriatingly so, and you grin with the thought that you’ve managed to bother him so apparently. Perhaps he’s too proud to give a woman a lashing.

It only motivates you to take things even further.

You don’t smoke his brand, Casters too expensive for your budget. You see why he likes them as you inhale harshly and the woody taste of tobacco courses past your tongue and into your waiting lungs. Jotaro waits incredulously, eyes focused on your lips as they pout around the cigarette, the red-hot ash smoldering. You exhale through the breadth of your lips, sending billowing smoke towards Jotaro’s face. He keeps his eyes open stubbornly, jaw jutting as his fingernails dig into the meat of his fist.

As you breathe out, your head rushes with the promise of nicotine, the sensation accentuating the flutter in your chest as you boldly mock Jotaro. His statuesque positioning is obviously an attempt to dissuade you, like placating a childhood bully into getting bored at the lack of visible irritation. It doesn’t work. Instead, it’s charming, and oh so inviting.

You pull the cigarette from your lips with a flick of your tongue, savoring the earthiness of it before raising it above Jotaro’s head.

He stares at you with hot disbelief as you ash the cigarette on the bill of his hat, stray ashes cascading past his view. You bring it back to your mouth, offering a provocative grin. Does he know how stupid he looks with that expression? You consider telling him.

Your decision is made for you quicker than you can consider it as Jotaro whips his hand towards your face, swiping the cigarette onto the steel of the bleachers. He stomps it out, grinding it to dust; he’s probably wishing he could do the same to you. He rises quickly, finally towering over you, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.

You eye his radio, still spouting nonsense about baseball that you’ve been ignoring. He doesn’t bother to collect it as he turns and trudges down the bleachers, ripping his hat off of his head to clear the brim of the debris. You’re disappointed, your smile falling in favor of a crestfallen grimace. If that wasn’t enough to show you more, what would be?

You consider your options and choose the one with the most promising prospects. It’s also the riskiest choice, but you decide to ignore that in favor of the excitement that churns in your belly.

~

Jotaro’s home is expectedly opulent, with wide expanses of traditional architecture and a sozu garden. It’s easy to conceal your presence behind the many winding hallways formed by traditional buildings. What isn’t so easy is keeping track of Jotaro, considering he moves in and out of doors, always closing them behind him. You find it amusing that he keeps his school uniform on even an hour past school ending. You’re usually anxious to tear it off as soon as you step through your door in favor of some pajamas, or, in the heat of summer, nothing at all. He’s respectful enough, fulfilling apparent chores like hanging laundry to dry and sweeping the porch. There’s an ever-present scowl that furrows his brow even as he does the most menial tasks.

Jotaro disappears into what must be his bedroom, as you spot some sports paraphernalia and a neatly made bed behind the shoji he slides shut hurriedly. You scowl, this plan less eventful than you anticipated. You finally spot a blond-haired chipper woman call to Jotaro from outside his door. She says something you can’t hear as he appears, reluctantly sliding his door open with an attitude. He shrugs before shutting the door in her face. She doesn’t seem particularly upset by it, though, as she collects her bag and heads towards a luxe-looking car parked at the front of the house.

You yawn, tired from being woken up at the ass-crack of dawn by your harping mother. As you open your eyes from the effort of the yawn, you find Jotaro’s bedroom door slid open, yet he’s nowhere to be seen. You wait to see movement, wondering if he went to the kitchen or another room you’ve yet to identify. All you see is the gentle rustling of the leaves that adorn trees decorating the property’s perimeter, the wind tousling your hair with them.

For such a hot-headed guy, his home is quite serene. He doesn’t blare music or bounce a ball against the wall, he simply goes about his business quietly. The milieu isn’t what you expected; he must be some sort of loner, keeping to himself this much. Is he that much of an unlikeable douche, or does he prefer things this way?

Your pondering is interrupted by a sudden, unpleasant choking of your windpipe.

You gurgle as you’re thrust backwards, your back pressed against a crushing edifice. You heave your chest fruitlessly, trying to catch the breath that’s been knocked out of you. Your shoulder blades burn with the pressure of two strong hands bearing you into the wooden beams unforgivingly, heat searing the knobs of your spine. Where the hands meet your skin, the sensation of static, like when a limb falls asleep, overrides the pain.

Your eyes open to meet stony blue irises, pinpointed with fury that you’ve never seen before. Normally, you’d smile at seeing Jotaro so perturbed. However, as your gut wrenches with tension, you find yourself unable to do anything but grimace. You search his person, finding his hands buried in his pockets, relying on brawny purple hands to keep you in place.

You can’t help but stare at the gloved hands that dissipate to nothingness before you, fear overtaking your sensibilities.

“You can see him?”

Jotaro’s evident anger in his features turns to hesitance, studying your reaction to the question. You’re too interested in the way that he refers to the hands as “he” to hide the obvious answer to his question laid out on your face.

Just as your breath returns to you, you lose it again. From nothingness, a burst of stardust announces his presence quicker than you can begin to understand what you’re seeing. Twinkling stars reflect in your eyes as they dissipate as quickly as they came. Closer to you than you thought, a pair of spine-chillingly focused eyes bore into your own. An unfamiliar feeling of sheepishness comes over you as your eyes explore the being’s face, angular, refined, and undeniably pissed.

Your arms raise as much as you can muster to grasp his forearms, not in defiance but rather a sense of grounding. It’s as if you’re not sure that this thing is real, and that you can feel it. Indeed, static weaves its way through your palms as you mold your hands around the apparent muscle.

He pushes you further into the wood, causing it to creak and complain. You drop your hands, knocking them against the building as you feel yourself growing lightheaded.

“Bring out your stand,” Jotaro challenges from behind the opaque purple of the being’s back.

“W-what?” You manage to choke out, your eyes exploring the galaxy that is the being’s ever-flowing hair. Despite your fear, you feel a grin crawling across your face. You’d gotten what you wanted; unfortunately, the circumstances weren’t exactly ideal.

“You want to fight, then let’s fight,” Jotaro says coolly.

“Fight?” you grunt. “I don’t want to--”

The being releases the pressure on your shoulders, only to jolt you forward by taking the front of your shirt into his fist. He’s provoking you, jerking you suddenly to steal your balance from you. In your stunned breathlessness, all he accomplishes is exposing your bra and cleavage to prying eyes.

“I can’t beat the shit out of a girl at school, but there’s nothing stopping me here,” Jotaro growls, his voice omnipresent as his form is obfuscated.

“I swear,” you utter, “I don’t want to fight.”

“Too bad.”

You’re hoisted into the air by a strength too quick to see, wrapping his arms around your torso as your back is supported by his chest. You finally see Jotaro, looking upon you with disdain.

“I just---” you writhe within the constraints, your arms held in place too close to your chest for comfortable breathing. “I wanted to see it.”

Jotaro raises his brow at you for just a moment. If you weren’t watching his face, desperate for mercy, you would have missed it. Your eyes flicker to the scuff mark of cigarette ash on his hat.

“What? Star Platinum?” he asks, his voice low.

Star Platinum? This thing had a name?

You cough with the pressure around your rib cage, kicking your legs backwards. You’re surprised to meet resistance; you didn’t think this being had legs.

If he has legs, then he has an obvious weak point.

You grunt as you swing your leg backwards between his legs, only for it to be caught between his knees. Shit, he’s fast. Jotaro huffs with amusement as you fight and jerk madly against your captor, teeth gritted and eyes burning into Jotaro’s infuriatingly prideful expression.

“Why?” Jotaro crones, approaching you confidently.

“Why, what?” you spit, the muscles of your leg beginning to ache almost as much as your chest.

Jotaro scoffs, insulted by your denseness. “You’ve been fucking with me all day. Why?”

You muster a crocodile smile. “It comes out when you’re pissed, doesn’t it?”

Jotaro takes a moment to put two and two together. He doesn’t bother asking you how you’ve come to that conclusion, far more concerned about other matters. He steps even closer to you, and you take the opportunity in stride.

He catches your ankle with ease when you slam your leg towards his face. You whine with frustration as you’re rendered immobile, your face heating with the exertion.

“And you thought you could get away with it?” Jotaro snarks, leaning into your face just outside of head-butting range. You scowl with his antagonistic prying, desperate for a full breath of air. He opens your legs just enough, the plushness of your thighs revealed as your skirt slides aside towards your hips.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, your voice strained by the bitterness of the apology and the constraint of Star Platinum’s embrace. “I don’t want… to fight.”

“Afraid you’ll lose?” Jotaro sneers, his eyes peering just barely from under the brim of his hat. You resent the tone he takes: cocky and self-assured.

You retaliate by spitting what little saliva you have onto his face, forcing him to close his eyes and jolt with the insult.

“Doubt it,” you growl, maintaining what little dignity you have left.

Curiously, he huffs a chuckle as he wipes your spit from his cheek and releases your leg before stepping back. You furrow your brows with confusion, only for fear to overtake your features once again. Star Platinum releases you suddenly, sending you to collapse onto the ground. You curse, gripping your scuffed knees, though you’re thankful for the full expansion of your diaphragm relieving the dizzy lightness in your head.

Star Platinum appears behind Jotaro, allowing you to view him in his entirety. They look down at you with identical eyes, though a mysterious wind undulates the fabric of Star Platinum’s loin cloth. You plant your palms into the ground to stabilize yourself, taken aback by just how big he is. You didn’t think there was anything that could dwarf Jotaro so easily.

“Prove it, then,” Jotaro instigates as he widens his stance, freeing his fists from his pockets. You feel rage build in your gut; you’re not used to being humiliated liked this, left with bloody knees and an aching in your shoulder. You didn’t want to fight, but your honor and pride are being dangled in front of you like a carrot to a horse.

Despite your fatigue, you spring towards Jotaro like a sprinter bursting from their starting blocks. Jotaro purses his lips with what must be his attempt at a smile, keeping his stance confidently despite your advance. You ready your fists as you side-step your path, hopefully thwarting whatever plan Jotaro is brewing by dissipating Star Platinum out of view.

You’re just a few paces short of him when you’re yanked backwards, your wrists captured by what might be the strongest grip you’ve ever felt. Your shoulders protest as you’re dragged backwards towards the wall. You try to catch yourself by digging the heels of your shoes into the ground to no avail. You grunt as your back is slammed against the hardness again, your wrists pinned above your head by a pair of hands that glisten in the sunlight.

You start to let out a guttural cry before Jotaro claps his palm against your mouth. You meet his composed gaze with one of pure spite, choked by the meat of his hand. The skin tastes salty and bitter like soap as you grate your teeth against it, kicking your legs against the oppressive force against them. Your petulance is fruitless, having no effect on either of them.

Jotaro waits for you to tire yourself out, which doesn’t take too long considering the searing pain in your wrists and shoulders. Hot breath from your nose cascades around the back of his hand as you quiet down into angry whimpers, relaxing your muscles into the constraints imposed upon you. Jotaro can sense your will weakening, your ego taking the hit as you come to terms with the first opponent that you know you can’t beat. The way he avoids hitting or pummeling you is irritatingly insulting; what he sees as conserving his energy, you interpret as pity.

He releases your mouth, revealing your gritted teeth and sweat-slicked jaw. He says nothing, only warranting your reaction with a calculating glare. You’ve never had to stand down in a fight, and have no idea what to do or say. You just want to kick him in the balls and be on your way, yearning for a cigarette.

Jotaro understands your surrender, weakening Star Platinum’s grip on your wrists. You sigh with relief, the bones of your wrist beginning to ache deeply. You’re waiting for him to release you, considering the unexpected amount of mercy that he offers you.

He doesn’t. Instead, he grips something else.

You grimace as he takes your thighs into his heated palms, the slick of your spit making you shiver. You kick your knees out with your remaining ego, weakened by pain and spite.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you fume, watching his fingers trail up your thigh towards the pleats of your skirt.

“I know you’re a dumb bitch,” Jotaro snarls, “but you can’t be that stupid.”

You have to take the insult in stride, not having many other options. Your cheeks flush as Jotaro pulls his chest flush with yours, the hardness of it pressing your spine further into the building. You scowl, Jotaro’s fingers tickling the sensitive skin above your thigh-high socks of your uniform.

You don’t see Jotaro’s grin as you open your legs for his touch, not entirely due to your conscious decision. Jotaro doesn’t seem like the type to wear cologne, yet as you breathe in precious air your eyes close with a musk you’ve never been close enough to him to notice before.

“Let me go,” you command weakly, your voice wavering with the feeling of Jotaro’s chest pressing into you with each of his breaths. You contort your fingers against the pressure on your muscles, insisting he obey. Not that you’re in any position to be demanding anything.

Jotaro tsks close to your ear, his quiet nature amplified with his proximity. You didn’t genuinely expect him to listen to you, letting your arms drop to your sides with a quick release. You relish the feeling of cool air on your wrists, not daring to prod Jotaro into doing something similar to you again.

Jotaro backs up to stare down at you curiously, as if he’s awaiting your next move in a battle. You squint into the sun as you meet his gaze, just as unsure of your approach as he is.

You do what your gut tells you to do, unable to think clearly enough for a quip or attack.

He recoils when you press your lips against his harshly, his brows coming together with the contact. With your newly freed hand, you grip the back of his neck, digging your fingernails into the skin to keep him in place as you deepen the kiss that he does not reciprocate.

It doesn’t last long before you’re torn off of him, Star Platinum grabbing your arm to turn you on your heels. You yelp as your hands reach out for stability, finding the broad chest that materializes in front of you. Jotaro wipes your spit off his lips with the back of his hand, trailing your body as Star Platinum embraces your sides.

Jotaro drives his fist into your lower back, forcing you to arch your spine to reveal the contours of your panties. You balance your cheekbone onto the meat of Star Platinum’s chest, bracing his forearms for balance.

Jotaro doesn’t bother with pleasantries, jutting his hips against the heat that burns between your legs. You scowl into the staticy sensation that electrifies your face as he grips your hips and drags you onto his hardness, rough from the texture of his slacks.

Just because you’ve lost doesn’t give Jotaro the right to manhandle you like this, you decide. You shift your weight to free one of your arms. Your breath hitches as Jotaro’s thumbs slide under the elastic of your panties, knowing you needed to act quick to retain your dignity.

You palm the tenting of Star Platinum’s loincloth before digging your fingers into the base, the size of it bringing a grin to your lips. How could this be contained by the rather modest cloth?

Jotaro grunts with the pressure of your hand, his fingers burning bruises into your skin. His reaction is curious, especially the way he grinds his hips into yours. You explore further, digging your fingernails into the underside of his cock.

Jotaro hisses, reaching forward to rip your hand off of the hardness under your ministration. You breathe a chuckle despite the ache in your shoulder returning as Jotaro bends your arm backwards.

“Do that again, this arm is coming off,” he growls. You can hear his seriousness.

He must’ve felt that, you reason. The concept amuses you, despite the looming threat of amputation. You suppose you’ll have to play nice, considering Jotaro has obviously bested you with plenty of potential to spare.  

Jotaro releases your arm, satisfied with the lack of snark in return. You grasp Star Platinum’s hip as Jotaro grips the hem of your skirt, the threads clicking with pressure as he tries to pull it off of you. It’s too secure, though, fitted to your person.

He’s too impatient for the zipper and too frustrated by the day’s events to bother further, instead pushing your skirt up and over your hips with a huff. You rest your forehead against the stability of his chest, knees coming together with a sense of shyness you’re not familiar with nipping at your gut. Determined to ignore the sensation of Jotaro pulling down your panties, you cast aside Star Platinum’s loincloth with a hasty flick of your wrist.

You can’t help but stare, the sheer size of it falling wayside to the uniqueness of its features. Your fingers trail the ridges that encircle the shaft to the tip, lined by small bumps. The head is plump and spongy under your thumb as you press into it, the sensation of electricity amplifying with the drop of precum that you drag into a strand. Jotaro barely gets your panties to your knees before working on his belt; rather, you can only assume that’s what he’s doing, since all you can hear is the tingling of clanging metal.

His knee juts between yours, spreading your legs with urgency. He’s satisfied with your obedience to his ushering, finally managing to knock you off the pedestal you’ve built for yourself. You take Star Platinum’s cock into your grasp as you maintain your balance and push away sheepishness at the sudden exposure. Your fist tightens when Jotaro runs an impertinent finger along your slit, humming at the way it drenches his digit with ease. He hunches over you, bringing his lips close to your ear.

“Is this why you brought those condoms?” Jotaro murmurs, heat behind his voice with the prospects in front of him. You smell cigarettes on his breath, rolling your eyes into the craving that comes over you once again.

“Don’t need ‘em,” you assure with a slur, looking behind you to catch a glimpse of Jotaro’s incredulous grin. The look is foreign on his face, for once brightened by something other than rightfully earned self-satisfaction.

He doesn’t warn you before plunging two fingers into you, your eyes closing as you hiss at the penetration. You tighten around his fingers despite his insistent prodding, your chest heaving as he grinds against your insides. He’s testing you, assessing your capacity. He rises again to angle his fingers for deeper penetration, scissoring them inside you.

You run your fist along the breadth of Star Platinum’s cock in return, admiring the strange presence that bucks its hips into the pump. You match Jotaro’s pace as he slides in and out, hardly able to fit his cock in your fist. Your thumb and fingers don’t touch, the bulk of it too wide. You close your eyes with the sensations that begin to overwhelm you. You eventually come to welcome the way Jotaro’s fingers slide against you, feeling bitter when he withdraws them too quickly.

Jotaro uses the same hand to rope your hair between his fingers, jerking your head away from the comfort you’ve found as your eyes are forced into opening. You grimace with the stinging of your scalp, gritting your teeth as you try to collect yourself enough to spit out revenge.

“You wanted to see him, so look at him,” he barks, releasing your hair as he tosses your head back onto Star Platinum’s chest. You keep your eyes open as you stroke him, watching the way his “skin” molds to your touch. The pad of your finger circles the sensitive underside of his head, earning a groan from Jotaro behind you.

He rewards you with a rounded stroke of the underside of your clit, the pleasure craning your spine. You huff and raise your hips, begging his fingers to touch it in its entirety. The sight makes Jotaro’s cock ache in the constraints of his boxers, the tension relieved as he frees himself from them with a tug of the waistband. He circles the nub, much to your delight as you sigh the first pleasurable moan between your lips, genuine and needy.

His frustration and impatience grows with each stroke of Star Platinum’s cock. You grunt as his fist comes down between your shoulder blades, jolting you downwards and testing your flexibility. You press your cheek into the divet of Star Platinum’s hip, his cock looking even larger at eye-level. You begin to say something, but you’re swiftly interrupted by further manhandling as Jotaro jerks you backwards by pulling on your arm. You grit your teeth with the singe of pain in your shoulder, only for your breath to be taken from you once again as you’re faced with the head of Star Platinum’s cock, slicked with precum.

Star Platinum’s hand grips the back of your head rather tenderly as you debate the possibility that they’re asking this from you. You shake your head, looking up at the stoic blue eyes that Jotaro looks at you through. He squeezes your wrist, insisting, instructing.

You manage to part your lips through your trembling jaw, eyeing the head that you doubt could possibly fit. You hold back a grunt as he pries your lips apart with the tip, stretching your mouth open for him. In fear and adrenaline, your mouth feels parched; however, as you taste the alien sweetness of Star Platinum’s precum, saliva floods the floor of your mouth. Jotaro releases your arm, knowing you’d be compliant whether you liked it or not, and hunches over you again. You squirm under the weight, too busy trying to fit his cock into your mouth to protest. Your eyes widen as Jotaro’s cock rests between the mounds of your ass with the position.

He pops the buttons of your top off as he rips the hem open, exposing you with a harsh burning of tense fabric on your chest. He works quickly at your bra, leaving it torn in the middle as he embraces your breasts greedily. The urge to slap him across the face for ruining your rather expensive bra dissipates as he kneads your chest roughly, indulging in what you’ve been teasing him with all day. You dig your fingers into Star Platinum’s thighs as he drives his cock further into your mouth with a swift thrust. You gag as the head bumps against the back of your throat, forcing your tongue flat across your bottom teeth.

Your protests mean nothing to either of them as you try to sputter and turn your head, his strong hand keeping you in place easily. Thankfully, just as you start finding it hard to breathe, he withdraws to allow you to cough and bitch to your heart’s desire.

Strangely, you don’t feel the need to complain as Jotaro rolls your nipples between a pinch of his fingers. Lead drops in your gut as he flicks a pad of his finger across one, licking your lips to clear the excess saliva that pooled. Your eyelids feel heavy with the gracious break that you’ve been given.

Star Platinum gets a better hold of your head before driving himself back into your mouth with little warning. You relax your throat as best you can, the tension in your jaw burning as he pushes its limits. You can barely take half of the shaft before tears form at your waterline, tempting to drop with any movement.

Two tears fall as Jotaro releases your chest to rise, grinding his cock against your slickness. You try to choke out a grunt as he lines himself up with your entrance, already prodding you. Star Platinum finds a rhythm that you don’t fight too hard, a steady thrusting that forces drool to escape your lips and dangle from your chin in strands. Each time he pulls out far enough for you to take a breath, you cry out to Jotaro who begins sliding his cock into you without pause.

“Shut up.”

You swallow Star Platinum as he thrusts deeper into your throat, grinding your top teeth along the flesh in necessity. It effectively mutes you as Jotaro drives himself inside, holding your hips still as you try to groan with the penetration. His silence grates you, especially as you whine into the pressure between your legs. You manage to wrangle your mouth free by whipping your head to the right, catching both of them off guard.

“Hey--” you start, only to be interrupted by Star Platinum’s fingers hooking into your cheek. You growl, guttural and pissed. “Let me say something, fuckface.”

Your garbled words amuse Jotaro enough to withdraw Star Platinum’s fingers. You spit, relieving the taste of precum and the sensation of static from your tongue.

“Will you fuck me like you mean it, already?” you snarl, Star Platinum’s cock rubbing against your cheek.

Jotaro chuckles, the sound of it alien to you. Star Platinum’s thumb hooks the bottom row of your teeth, taking your lower jaw into his grip. He straightens your head forward, your breath heating the slicked head of his cock.

He holds you there, eyeing the wetted purple ridges that put you on edge. You prepare yourself, holding your breath and relaxing your tongue. Saliva pools in the bottom of your mouth, anticipating the sweet taste of precum that dots his tip.

Jotaro thrusts into you, making you yelp as he grinds flush with your body. You grit your teeth into the pulp of Star Platinum’s thumb, an aching throb winding its way through your pelvis. You underestimated how big Jotaro would be, your legs feeling weak as he draws out of you slowly, only to pound into you again. Your groans are amplified by the way Star Platinum holds your jaw agape, prying your teeth off of his thumb.

You haven’t adjusted to Jotaro’s pace when Star Platinum drives his cock back into your throat, the impact of it weakening your resolution. You drink in the sound of Jotaro’s hushed groan as he quickens his rhythm, working in sync with Star Platinum. After Jotaro’s cock drives you forward onto Star Platinum’s cock, he returns the favor by jutting his hips to push you back. Jotaro’s tip pouts against your cervix, the sensation curling your toes and arching your back. Jotaro pushes you back into place with an authoritative palm, deepening his penetration and testing your limits.

You don’t bother holding yourself up, Jotaro and Star Platinum doing a good enough job between them. You focus on keeping your throat loose and recovering from the jolts of pleasure that sink into your bones from Jotaro’s hard and fast thrusting. Through all of it, through the fog and dizziness that claims your logical thought, you hone in on one thing.

The absolute, undeniable pleasure that rips its way through your resolve.

You close your eyes as you allow one of your arms to dangle. Slowly but surely, against the opposing forces that work on your body, you reach down to your clit and rub with a desperate rolling of your finger. You tighten around Jotaro with the stimulation, breathing heavy to accommodate the lack of adequate oxygen.

Jotaro releases your hip with a snap, forcing you to regain your balance on one leg. He rips your hand away from the pleasure that brings you some semblance of control, bending your arm behind your back.

“You enjoying this?” Jotaro sneers without pausing, using your forearm as leverage. You whine at the stimulation that quickly overtakes you again as your autonomy is taken from you once again.

You can’t answer, but the question wasn’t rhetorical. You gasp as Star Platinum withdraws to rest his tip against your tongue, allowing you precious breath. Jotaro slows, penetrating you shallowly with the border of his tip. You roll your hips with conviction, though your unabashed attempt only inspires a sultry grin on Jotaro and Star Platinum’s faces.

“Hm?”

After a day of teasing, Jotaro apparently decides that it’s his turn. You flick the underside of Star Platinum with your tongue, trying to tempt him into taking your mouth again. It’s fruitless, both of them giving you only just enough to want more. You know what Jotaro wants from you, the thought of it making you roll your eyes with impudence. Despite your already-wavering dignity, begging is a bit too much for your sensibilities held together by threads.

But God, is it tempting.

Jotaro tugs on your forearm, a reminder that he expects an answer either way. Star Platinum slides out from between your lips, your eyes following the meat of it as he slaps it against your cheek. You close one eye as he stickies your skin with spit and precum, thumping it against your cheekbone infuriatingly. Strands of spit break with your breathing, sticking to your chin.

You mumble something under your breath, barely audible. If Star Platinum didn’t have incredible hearing, Jotaro wouldn’t have heard anything at all.

“Hm?”

You squint your eyes with frustration, rolling your tongue over the air-cooled tip that prods your lips. Instead of repeating yourself, you let your actions speak for themselves.

It isn’t good enough.

Star Platinum withdraws from you and Jotaro slows to a halt. You groan as you crane your neck to stare daggers at Jotaro, pulling on your arm indignantly. The heat in your belly grows into frustration, your body kept infuriatingly stagnant.

“You asked so nicely before,” Jotaro sneers, meeting your gaze confidently. His cock hardens for a moment inside you, sending shivers through your spine. He drinks in your expression, pleased as you try to hide your desires through transparent intimidation.

“If you’re gonna do it, fucking do it,” you gripe, throat sore from the beating it’s taken.

“Do what?”

You scoff with the idiotic question, grimacing at the teasing. Apparently, what goes around, comes around.

“C’mon,” you spit.

Silence. You can’t convince yourself to look behind you and meet Jotaro’s smug gaze as he prods you irritatingly lightly.

“Fuck me,” you finally command, not resorting to pleading. Jotaro tsks, his fingers tracing the muscles along your spine to come rest on your hips. He squeezes them with conviction, letting you know that he would have the final say.

Jotaro grinds into you, sending you reeling into Star Platinum’s hips. After one full filling of your boundaries, he only gives you only half of what you want. With not nearly enough length or speed, he technically does as he’s asked.

You spit curses at him, your words muffled by the cock in your mouth. He hums amusedly, enjoying the way you try to rock your hips back onto him.

“What?” he goads, the lilt to his voice curling your lip.

“You know what,” you bark with a grit to your voice.

Jotaro continues his infuriating pace despite your fist thumping into Star Platinum’s thigh. He’s waiting, and you know it.

“Harder,” you command, resenting the begging tone you’re forced to adopt. Jotaro, however, enjoys it thoroughly.

Jotaro awards your efforts with a thorough pounding, no compassion given despite your terse groaning. You expect Star Platinum to return the favor in kind, but he pulls out of your mouth and leaves it agape.

Jotaro thumps the heel of his palm against your shoulder, bending you further at the waist. Star Platinum pushes your clavicle into the ground as Jotaro keeps your hips flush with his own, knocking you onto your knees. Dirt sticks to the spit that slicks your chin, though it’s the least of your concerns as Star Platinum’s foot stomps onto your shoulder blade. You take his ankle into your fist, pinned to the ground as Jotaro takes advantage of the newfound leverage to take from you what he needs most. Your fingernails, dug into Star Platinum’s skin, seem to do nothing as you try to regain the control you’re hungry for.

You sense an opportunity when Star Platinum shifts his weight. You slide your shoulder out from his hold and snap your teeth into the tendons of his ankle, biting as hard as you can muster. Finally, they recoil, freeing you for a desperately needed moment. You take advantage of the opening to knock Jotaro back onto his calves with your hips before sliding off of him too fast. He curses as you turn to straddle him, your thighs taking over his as you finally relish in some semblance of control. You know that you could be quickly overpowered, but as you grip the meat of his shoulders and look down on him from a vantage point, you try to ignore that fact.

Jotaro glares up at you as you guide yourself onto him, sinking your hips into his with hurried spite. He hisses, tolerating the position only because you roll your hips onto him so hungrily. Your hands explore his chest, winding under the thickness of his jacket to toy with the army green fabric that hides his musculature. You huff a giggle at your shoe print there, dirt seemingly marking your territory. Jotaro would never admit it to you, but he’s reviling in the attention that you give him as opposed to Star Platinum, feeling your touches much more intensely this way. You feel real to him, your hair swaying in front of your face with each strenuous pulse.

You stare at him as he reaches up to brush your hair from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. You almost laugh, feeling infantilized by the gesture, his motives not entirely known to you. The kindness is quickly relinquished as he tugs on your hair with an unforgiving fist. He hides his gaze under his hat, his other hand taking your breast into his palm. The chill of the metal of his belt buckle heats against your thigh as you press into it.

You grin at the idea that pops into your head, looking down at the cigarette ash scuff on his hat.  You pluck it from his head by the brim, exposing the curling locks that slick his sweaty forehead. Without pausing your rhythm, fearing that Jotaro wouldn’t tolerate your fucking if you did, you perch the hat atop your own head. You grin smugly as the brim shadows your eyes, his hat just a tad too large for your head as it dips sloppily. To your amusement and surprise, Jotaro huffs a grin of his own as he looks up at you, flashing a peek of teeth. There’s viciousness behind the smile; you don’t forget his true intentions in the brevity of intimacy.

You arch your spine as Star Platinum grips the back of your neck, a warning rather than a threat. You seethe with the static that lightnings its way through you at the touch, tightening you around Jotaro.

Jotaro curls his lip as Star Platinum lifts you off of him, your point made clearly enough that you’re still recalcitrant enough to hurt him to maintain composure.

He’d have to crack that pesky attitude of yours one way or another.

Star Platinum holds the back of your thighs, hands hooked around the back of your knees, as he presses your back into his chest. You scowl at the exposure as he spreads your legs to wait for Jotaro who takes his time to rise to your level, enjoying the view. Your entrance is reddened and sore, waiting for more. Whatever power you had has been swept out from under you again, infuriating you.

Jotaro taps the pads of his fingers against your skinned knees, a surge of pain kicking your legs out. He chuckles at your hand moving to slap him away, catching your wrist with ease. Your face heats as you feel Star Platinum’s cock press into your lower back, the distinct sensation of his presence beginning to arouse you simply with its existence.

Jotaro overlaps Star Platinum’s hands with his own as he lines himself up with you, already well-slicked. You reach up to try and take Star Platinum’s hair between your fingers, met with a strange sensation that furrows your brows. It’s almost intangible, cold and slick like glass, though it molds to your touch and swirls incessantly between your fingers. A hollow awe settles in your gut, as if you looked into a great abyss whose mysteries were yet to be discovered. You’re taken away from the feeling of wonder as Jotaro glides into you, Star Platinum settling you into the pressure of it. You hiss with Jotaro, your limits tested again with the aid of gravity, taking Jotaro in his entirety. Your free hand grips the chain of Jotaro’s jacket, draping the hem off of his shoulder.

You’re not sure how much more you can take, the angle that Jotaro rubs against you hitting your sweet spot. Jotaro quickens his pace to match your breathing, watching your knuckles turn white as you grip the chain. He shouldn’t encourage you, given how he daydreamed of getting back at you since first period, but your whining groans and furrowed brows boost his ego too much to stop. He leans close into you, pressing your sweaty chest into his as he captures the jutting bone under your ear between his lips, sucking angrily. You bury your nose in his hair, eyes closing as he singes into something inside you. You take his torso into your arms, pressing him closer, begging without words to keep going and don’t dare stop.

He does.

You seethe, fiery and hot. Jotaro chuckles as you pound your fist into his back, the pressure dissipating into a hollow ache. You grasp at it like straws, clawing at the promise of orgasm that Jotaro holds just out of reach.

“Fucking… prick,” you growl, digging your fingernails into the back of his neck and burning a glare into his eyes.

He huffs, curling his lip with smugness. “What?”

You sneer, gripping the back of his head by his hair with a rough tug. He looks down at you with heavy lids, the blue of his eyes darkened by mischief. You know what he wants, but you don’t want to give it to him.

You have to, if you’re going to get what you need.

“Please,” you pant, rolling your hips against his grip. He raises a brow at your obvious pleading, not expecting you to be so forward. He purses his lips, sliding his tongue between them as he studies your expression.

He cocks his head to the side, nudging more from you. You have to set aside your ego before the pressure that’s been building in your gut dissolves into nothing.

You can’t hide your oversexed expression, lips reddened and salted by sweat. “Please, Jotaro,” you continue, clawing the muscle of his shoulders. He swallows at the mention of his name.

“Please… God… Make me cum…!” you grunt, rolling your eyes as you forfeit your pride to Jotaro, who takes it gladly.

You clench your eyes shut as Jotaro compels his lips onto yours, biting your bottom lip as he drives in and out of you abruptly. You lean into the unexpected but equally captivating kiss as he swallows your groans, pumping into you delectably. Jotaro pulls away from you to bury his nose in your neck, leaving your lips wetted and hot.

Your toes curl as your pelvis burns with building pressure, suddenly heaving you over your limit. Jotaro fights resistance as you tighten, your breath catching in your throat. He chuckles close to your ear, knowing very well that he’s brought you to orgasm, though admittedly not single-handedly. He rides you through it, the added sensitivity from orgasm digging your fingers into his back through his jacket, the scent of his pomade intoxicating.

You finally take in a breath, feeling the curl of Jotaro’s smile against the skin of your neck. With the clarity of oxygen, you resent your body for encouraging Jotaro and affirming his self-satisfaction. You wouldn’t take it back though, your blood running hot and your head feeling light with oxytocin.

Jotaro leans back to assess your face, slowing his pace to stroke stray hairs off of your sweat-slicked forehead. You can only breathe heavily as you recuperate, staring daggers into Jotaro’s pinpointed pupils, both of you almost in disbelief.

Star Platinum raises you higher against his chest, the movement bringing you back to reality. As he settles you back down, your eyes widen with the invitation he takes upon himself to take.

“Hey, asshole,” you growl towards Jotaro, your tone not as intimidating as you hoped they would be.

“You know your anatomy,” Jotaro jests sarcastically. You lurch against Star Platinum’s tip that starts to drill into your hole.

Your expression turns desperate. “No, no way. That thing won’t fit,” you allow yourself to beg.

“Shut up,” Jotaro snaps, not taking you seriously. You wince as Star Platinum pries into you, pain curling your fingers.

You need him to.

You throw your hand onto his throat, squeezing the hollowing softness on each side of his trachea. He startles, eyes going wide for a moment, the hardness of your upper palm pressing into his Adam’s apple. His smug expression falls wayside to a knowing glance.

“No.”

With your staccato command, he relents, rolling his eyes at your ridiculousness. Star Platinum pulls away from you with mercy. Jotaro knows which boundaries he shouldn’t push, apparently.

Star Platinum pulls you up and off of Jotaro’s cock before he turns you towards him, wrapping your legs around his hips as he settles your heat onto his cock. You’re hesitant as you feel the breadth of it against your labia, knowing how much of a struggle it was to fit him into your mouth. The idea of him fitting inside your pussy is about as probable as your ass, but you comply with the rare mercy that they’ve shown you.

Star Platinum slicks himself with your wetness, sliding against you as he gyrates your hips. You watch his face, always careful and calculated. You wonder if he ever speaks or emotes; he must, since he smiled before. As he warms himself with you, though, he’s as stoic as ever. You brace yourself against the back of his neck, offering an exploratory touch of his face with delicate fingers. His eyes follow the sensation of your hand as you follow the angles of his face, returning to look down at you. You pry two fingers between his lips slowly, the plushness unusually similar to Jotaro’s. He opens his mouth for you, allowing you to explore his tongue and the perfect rows of teeth. You smile coolly, scissoring your fingers to take in his tongue between them. His tongue feels parched, but smooth as silk.

You curl your fingers into his lower jaw as he sinks you onto his tip, already stretching you beyond what you think you can take. He rests his top teeth against the bones of your finger, digging his own into the meat of your ass. Jotaro combs your hair back, smoothing it into his grasp. Cool air meets the back of your neck as you strain to accept the girth sliding into you, the aching around your entrance turning to sharp pain.

As he advances, the pain soothes. You relax, and with the release of tension in your muscles, your lips fall agape.

A guttural, desperate groan escapes your throat as you reel against the wave of pleasure that singes deep within your pelvis. You finally spot a genuine grin cross Star Platinum’s lips, licking your fingers tantalizingly. You start to understand why they seemed so insistent on having their fingers in your mouth as his tongue swirls around yours. You return a smile in kind, gasping as he slides flush with your entrance. Your chest peaks as he tempts every limit you have, your legs shaking as you embrace the waves of pleasure.

You tremble as he withdraws, the ridges catching on your entrance. You slide your fingers out of his mouth, the lack of saliva quite ghostlike. You favor the back of his neck, thick and stable.

Jotaro slides his hands along the curve of your waist, watching you rise and fall slowly with Star Platinum’s gentle rhythm. You huff your appreciation for his tenderness, slowly adapting to the texture and size of his cock. You can barely handle the pressure and stretching, eyes clenching shut as you grit your teeth.

Your eyes spring open as Jotaro reaches between the meeting of your bodies and drags his fingers along the softness of your labia. He rolls a finger onto your clitoris, pressing into it just gently enough. He bites his lip as you throw your head back onto his shoulder, struggling to keep what threads are left of your composure together.

Star Platinum pumps into you, testing you forgivingly. Your hips gyrate with Jotaro’s rolling of his fingers, saliva slicking your lower lip as they lay agape. Jotaro bites the folds of your ear, inserting himself back into your thoughts like an attention-starved child. You huff a chuckle in response.

It isn’t long until you relax totally, falling completely into their mercy as you conserve your energy for handling the impacts inside you and the stimulation of your clit. You breathe out nonsense, calling out to Jotaro, though it’s indistinguishable. Jotaro grinds his cock against your coccyx every time Star Platinum lowers you against him; if he weren’t so close to your ear you wouldn’t hear his moaning.

The noises you choke from your throat make Jotaro’s cock twitch, and in a mirrored fashion so does Star Platinum’s. You whine as the ridges contour to the tightness inside you.

Jotaro shares your sentiments, the feeling of your pussy warming his cock through Star Platinum. He wants to be closer, he needs to be closer. He releases your ear with a grunt, his tongue lingering on your skin as Star Platinum quickens his pace.

You grip the nape of Star Platinum’s hair, slippery and lenient. You can’t catch your breath before you feel something else pressing into you, jutting against Star Platinum’s cock.

“W-what…” you mutter, looking back towards Jotaro with heavy lids.

“Shut up,” he repeats, taking your hair into his fist again. You fight the way he cranes your neck backwards, giving him plenty of leverage as he pushes his cock into the already-stretched opening that Star Platinum currently occupies.

You cry out, cursing Jotaro’s name as you ignore his command. Jotaro makes room for himself, working with Star Platinum to push inside you without remorse. Your eyes roll as you clench your jaw with the pressure, squeezing Star Platinum’s hips with your legs.

Oh, God…

You thud your forehead against Star Platinum’s muscle after Jotaro finally releases your scalp, your hair falling to frame your face. Jotaro is too captivated by the tightness around him to do much about it, though. You deal with the overwhelming stimulation by losing yourself to your thoughts. You consider Jotaro’s motives for doing this to you, for antagonizing your limits only to bring you back down to reality with kindness. Why would he keep your face free from the obstruction of your hair and kiss you? You figure he has some semblance of control over Star Platinum; if he does, why is he so gentle? Why are his touches so soft and his thrusts so merciful? Well, aside from the way he stomped your shoulder into the ground.

You’ve run out of time to ponder, Jotaro grinding the finality of his length into you. You whimper and hiss, broken up by air catching in your throat. This shouldn’t be happening, this shouldn’t even be possible, yet here you are, swallowing back spit as Jotaro situates himself comfortably.

“Fuck you…” you utter with what strength you have left, your eyes burning with tears that bud at the corners. You’re not sure what you’re cursing him for more: the invasion of your body, or giving you a pleasure that you’d never thought you’d need so desperately.

Jotaro responds by dragging his hips back, the friction piercing your gut. Your voice rumbles deep in your chest, the sensations overtaking you without hesitation. It’s too much to handle, the remnants of your orgasm creeping through your nerves like a spirit, hollowing your mind. Your cries soothe into breathy groans, only to be piqued once again by Star Platinum’s sudden thrusting. Their combined girths, moving in tandem, rub against spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had. You’ve been learning new things about Jotaro with every moment you’ve spent together, it’s only fitting that you learn something about yourself along the way.

You learn something else as you fight the urge to sink yourself deeper onto them, rolling your hips with their movements. Your sporadic breaths aren’t enough to relieve the lightheadedness that clouds your judgement, lust and primality taking over.

You look up at Star Platinum whose gaze shifts from your body to meet your own, his face indomitable and angular. Through panting breaths and grimaces, you manage a weak smile, lips parted. Jotaro takes some of your weight from Star Platinum as he raises a finger to swipe a stray tear from your cheek, the gesture humbling you. You smile wider, bracing yourself for the heads of their cocks that beat into you over and over again.

You tilt your chin to raise your lips towards his, tongue lolling against the inside of your lower lip. Star Platinum, in his cosmic grace and beauty, sees you with Jotaro’s vision and admiration. Somewhere along the way, Jotaro stopped hating the sight of your face, especially as you beg for contact. You were so different than the hoards of groupies that heckle him for his attention. Taking you was a victory as opposed to a favor; making you beg was a prize as opposed to a nuisance.

The adoration is short-lived. Jotaro’s hat falls wayside on your head before tumbling to the ground. Jotaro watches with a heated scowl as the dirt sullies it, scuffing the golden adornments.

“Fucking bitch…” he growls into your ear, the earthiness to his voice shaking your already crackling core. Jotaro pounds into you, Star Platinum working in tandem to devastate what you thought were your limits. Pleasure scours its way through your gut, piercing the back of your throat as it crescendos.

Jotaro grabs the back of your hair, using it as leverage. You whine into the air, your jaw forced agape as he bends your neck back towards him. Sweat drips from your hairline, coursing down your face with the exertion. Star Platinum takes your jaw into his grip again, fingering your tongue. You sense his devilish nature creeping into the way he pumps into you. You couldn’t handle any more teasing, desperately needing to finish.

“Don’t fucking… stop,” you command, though Jotaro grins as you clearly beg.

Thankfully, he doesn’t tease you like before as you grind your molars into Star Platinum’s fingers and release yourself to orgasm. They fight your tightness, grinding into you relentlessly, your garbled murmurings giving them a final bout of endurance. Your skin is on fire, hardly soothed by the sweat that dots it. Jotaro releases your hair to grab your hips, his breathing quickening with impending exhaustion and his own release.

You huff an incredulous giggle as you hold on for what feels like your life. You can’t think about much else, overwhelmed by the noises you hear creep from Star Platinum’s previously silent presence. A low, rumbling groan thunders against your chest, too absorbed by your own selfish preoccupations to see the anticipatory furrow of his brow. Jotaro holds his breath, the combined sensations capturing all of his attention.

Neither of them bothers to warn you before they release themselves, their cum spurting into you in waves. Your eyes widen at the hot stickiness that fills you, leaking around the point where your bodies meet with nowhere else to go. You feel it pour from you with their intermittent, chaotic thrusting. You suck on Star Platinum’s fingers, feeling your insides stretch even more to accommodate their volumes, only to relax as it drips from you with relief. Jotaro huffs into your hair, hunched over to claim you deeply and thoroughly. The musk of your sexes hovers around you like fog, primal and feral.

Their pumps become increasingly sparse, milking themselves of every last drop. Jotaro and you catch your breaths at different paces, the realization of the absurdity of this situation washing over the both of you gradually. Star Platinum returns his fingers to your hips, his thumbs rubbing little circles into the plushness there.

The compassion he shows soothes you for only a moment before you’re released, sent to the ground like a crumpled tissue. You hiss as your scuffed knees mix with dirt, falling back onto the side of your hip as your arms brace your weight. Jotaro looms down at you, watching whiteness bubble onto the ground from between your legs. Precious oxygen fights with your adrenaline to calm you, exhaustion burning behind your eyes.

You’re too tired to come up with a quip for Jotaro’s harsh treatment of you, your knees aching almost as much as your insides. You let your eyes close, darkening the brightness of the late afternoon sun.

The sticky, softened head of Jotaro’s cock juts against your lips. Lazy lids open to make way for the sight of his cum-slicked length, asking entrance unforgivingly.

“Clean it,” Jotaro murmurs, holding the base to angle his cock better. You look up at him expecting a punchline, huffing through parted lips, only to meet his blush-sheathed expression that tells you there is no joke.

You start to say “fuck off”, but you’re interrupted by his tip prying between your lips. You wince at the taste of your combined fluids, his cum bittersweet and earthy. Your tongue rolls over his softening hardness, doing as you’re asked reluctantly. His breathy moan encourages you, though, as you contemplate spitting the juices that collect in your mouth back at him.

You take him deeper into your mouth, swallowing the evidence of your fucking with a grimace. Jotaro hums deeply, the peristalsis of your throat almost too much for his post-orgasm sensitivity.

You release his cock from your lips with a hollow pop, licking your lips to clear remnants of cum. Just when you think you’ve finally been enough for him, Star Platinum appears before you. His softening length is equally as intimidating as the last time it slid between your lips. Luckily, he’s merciful as your tongue works to gather the mess into your throat. You sigh with your nose, his palm rising to gingerly cradle the back of your head.

Jotaro’s thumb hooks the side of your cheek, stretching your lips to expose the rows of your teeth. He fills the newfound space with his cock back into your mouth, their softening lengths manageable together as your tongue slips between them.

You reach between your legs, cum pooling in your cupped fingers. The heat and stickiness of it would sicken you if you weren’t so impressed, Jotaro’s ability to put you into your place as equally disgusting as it is exciting. You figure-eight your tongue around their heads, lapping at what remains of your combined cum.

They pull away from you slowly, their cocks dragging against your chin. Your face twists as Star Platinum ushers your mouth onto Jotaro’s balls, the coarse hair combining with slickness that you work to clear from the base of his cock and below. Air huffs from your nose as you take one of his balls into your mouth. Jotaro grunts after you’ve made good work of them. Finally, Star Platinum releases your head with a toss of his hand, taking a moment to brush disheveled hair from your sweat-slicked face. You smile, lips shiny with spit and cum, finally able to take a full breath and look up at the hazy-eyed pair.

You fall back onto your calves, ignoring the pain in your knees and the gushing from between your legs. You pay more attention to Jotaro who offers you a look you’ve never seen before on his face. It’s relief; he’s regained his composure and authority over you after you took it from him. The power goes to his head, back on top after being kicked so low. He tucks himself back into his slacks and secures his belt into place with a clamoring of the metal and a tug of the leather.

You hate that he’s won almost as much as you hate admitting defeat. In a final act of defiance, you grab the hem of Jotaro’s jacket with trembling fingers. He can only watch as you swipe the fabric of it against your cum-covered fingers and then between your legs, cleaning yourself as well as you did Jotaro and Star Platinum. Jotaro musters a scowl through his exhaustion, your antagonistic expression taking a bit away from his victory.

He rolls his eyes, suppressing the urge to kick you while you’re down. Instead, just a second after you drop his jacket, Star Platinum hauls you onto your feet roughly from under your arms. Your legs wobble and ache, kept in one position for too long, your blood pressure dropping with the sudden change in position. Jotaro yanks you by the sleeve of your shirt towards him, almost sending you toppling back onto the ground.

You’d have surely fallen if not for Jotaro’s supportive embrace around your shoulder, holding you close to him. You swallow, clearing your throat of the taste of cum and spit, taking the chain that dangles close to your face into your hand.

Star Platinum picks up and dusts off Jotaro’s hat before placing it back onto his head, obfuscating his avoidant expression. You rest your head into the strength of his shoulder, taking a moment to collect yourself and assess Star Platinum who watches you carefully, as if he’s waiting for an attack at any moment.

Instead of spitting or slapping, you grin lazily. It grows when Star Platinum returns the expression, his lips molding around the angles of his features. Jotaro focuses on the horizon to your right, watching for movement and headlights as dusk begins to cast an auburn haze around you. You expect Jotaro to do something, to say something, but he remains ardently focused on anything but you. He seems just as lost as to what to do now as you do.

You fill the silence the only way you know how.

“Didn’t even buy me dinner first,” you banter, your voice wavering with exertion and a failed attempt at humor.

Jotaro scoffs, hiding his eyes in the shadow of his hat. He’s incensed, his hat dirtied and his jacket stickied. Through it, though, Star Platinum brings together what’s left of the buttons of your shirt and smooths your skirt against your legs before bending over to slide the hem of your thigh-high back into place. You conveniently ignore the cum that pools there, soaking into the fabric.

“He’s so sweet. How are you such a dick?” you sneer, watching Star Platinum’s eyes glisten with the compliment. You offer him a tousle of his hair, rubbing your palm into his head in gratitude.

“Shut up, bitch,” Jotaro gripes, digging his fingers into your shoulder. You see right through him, his attitude almost as transparent as yours.

You jerk his chain, jostling him closer to your face. He curls his lip as you peck his cheek, though he doesn’t weaken his hold on you.

“Forget my address,” Jotaro grumbles.

Your expression falls, knowing he was tossing you aside just as easily as he did after finishing inside of you. You’re not sure what else you expected from him; you’re even less understanding of your own motives. All you know is that in that moment, you don’t want him to let you go. You can’t let him win any more than he already has, including casting you aside as if you were nothing. You open your mouth to protest, but for once, you’ve been knocked speechless.

“Unless,” he continues quietly, “you’re coming back for more.”

You jab Jotaro’s side with your knuckles. He finally meets your gaze amicably, the lack of antagonization warming his features. You suppress the urge to wipe the smile off of his face, accepting your forced forfeiture reluctantly.

If this was losing, you wonder what winning would be like.

Tags:

              Explicit Sexual Content

Teasing

Sexual Tension

Creampie

Double Penetration in One Hole

Double Vaginal Penetration

Double Oral Penetration

Overstimulation

Multiple Sex Positions

Dominance

Power Dynamics

Threesome - F/M/M

Public Humiliation

Manhandling

Restraints

Spit Kink

Blow Jobs

Mild Painplay

Vaginal Fingering

Breasts

Nipple Play

Snark

Banter

Orgasm Delay/Denial

Multiple Orgasms

Begging

Boundaries

Come Shot

Outdoor Sex

request fic

Submission

Standcest (JoJo)

Rough Sex

Rough Body Play

#jotaro kujo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro x reader #pov second person #n/s/f/w

[monodipita]

PLATINUM (Yandere!Jotaro x Reader)

Hello! I just wanted to mention that this is a part of a series on AO3. All of the works are old and were written back when I had a funky writing style, so I don't believe they're worthy of being put on my Tumblr right now. Check out the series though if you enjoyed this one! <3

Word count: 1,740

Warnings: Yandere content warning, blood, gore, mean yandere Jotaro

Of course you couldn't expect a response from Jotaro over something as big as this... but this man never really said anything at all or did anything at all for that matter. The relationship felt one-sided as is - and on top of that, Jotaro didn't seem to be interested at all in having a relationship. You felt unwanted. And now, it was finally time to put your foot down. This guy was still not saying anything.

"Look at you!" You exclaimed at him with a swell of upset and fury, "you aren't even saying anything! It's like you didn't want to be in a relationship with me to begin with!"

Nothing. Not even a change of facial expression - he just stared at you with his usual expression, half of it covered by his ridiculous hat. One, two. . . no. You merely scoffed and flipped his hat off of his head, glaring at his newly-exposed face before turning on your heel and walking away from him. "No more, Jotaro! No more, we are through!"

But that wasn't the end of Jotaro it seemed. He began to tail you, there wasn't even a pause to go pick up his hat. He just started following you without any motive. It was so creepy. You knew it was him without even having to turn around because you could hear the jingling of his chains colliding with one another, it meant that he was matching your brisk pace, trying to reach out to you, but you wouldn't hear it nor would you fall for it.

You needed to run.

Soon after the thought, your body began to pick up the pace to match what you currently felt at the moment. You ran as quickly as you could muster in your school uniform to the nearest bathroom, your heart beating like drums in your ear, fear quickly rising in the beating organ as you hit the door of the bathroom, pushing yourself inside and kicking your way to the bathroom stall. No one was there but you—and that wasn't good at all. Maybe he would leave you alone then? You didn't even know if he followed you to begin with when you started running, but your safe assumption was that he did. At least you were offered this brief moment of respite in this bathroom stall. The silence was both unnerving and calming at the same time. You felt as if you couldn't sit still.

"[Y/N]. I know you're in there." Jotaro's voice sounded eerily calm from this distance. "I'll go in there if I have to. Don't make me do it."

Now you felt the need to panic. You were worried about what he was going to do to you once you stepped out of this very stall. Beat you? Or worse, even kill you? While you weren't afraid of him going far or even doing something like that, for some reason you just felt. . . scared. You didn't want to and felt like you couldn't face him without something bad happening. You stayed still in your spot and didn't make a single word from the stall that you sat in. You hoped that he just... wouldn't come in here, even if he was threatening you with it.

"[Y/N]."

...

"[Y/N]."

No, no matter how irate his voice became, you never wanted to leave this spot. You squeezed your eyes shut and curled up on the toilet seat over the fear that he would be coming into this very bathroom, over to this very stall. You held your breath and waited for him to leave.

"It's because of him, isn't it [Y/N]? That guy that you've been talking to recently behind my back- it's him, isn't it? He's the reason why you're considering leaving me?" You chose not to answer. The more it just seemed like you weren't there, the easier it became to relax.

Complete silence.

Your body was rigid with anxiety, and you were stricken with fear. But, you needed to get up, and you needed to get out of here. Maybe he was either waiting, or he actually left to continue on with his business—you assumed both because he definitely seemed more than pissed off right now, but at the same time, he was never the one to pursue you if you got into an argument. However, that didn't really express how he was feeling right now. He was... angry at your words. Angry that you wanted to stop the relationship and move on. It was a much weirder, almost darker side of him that you didn't want to see.

After some waiting, you wordlessly stepped from your position in the bathroom stall and completely moved out of it, into the open of the bathroom. You could see yourself in a mirror when you looked to your left. A small puddle of water wasn't too far away from the very first stall closest to the bathroom. You barely had time to even breathe before you could hear the rustling of the doorknob of the bathroom, you darted helplessly into one of them instead of utilizing your surroundings and simply retreating back into the one you were just in. You muffled your whimpers with your hand going over your mouth (though it truly didn't do any good) as you heard Jotaro walking into the bathroom, or who you assumed to be. . . until you noticed that there were two pairs of footsteps. The horror on your face when you realized that they were speaking with each other.

"L-look, man, I don't want any trouble! Please, could you let me down—" that voice... it was so recognizable. Was that. . . [bestfriend name]? What was Jotaro doing!?

The scuffed sounds of feet squeaking against the floor were a sure sign that your friend was being dragged across the ground. Jotaro said nothing to your friend, presumably carrying the same wordless demeanor he had from before he left when he was now dealing with your friend. You could only bow your head in fear and hope that he wouldn't do anything to him.

"Hey—what are you—AAAAH!"

The disturbing and traumatizing noise of bone and flesh colliding with the sink of the bathroom was perhaps the worst sound you'd ever heard in your life. In the thick silence that followed for just a split moment, you tried not to make a single peep as the tears slid down your cheeks. He couldn't find out that you were here, or maybe, just maybe you would be next.

"What did you do to [Y/N]? Why does [Y/N] want to leave me? You poisoned [Y/N]." Jotaro's gruff voice asked to the sack of flesh and bone underneath him. Your wide eyes could see the two of them in the puddle left undisturbed on the ground. . . almost like he knew you were looking, but you could already see the damage done to the poor guy he was dealing with. [bestfriend name]'s teeth were gone, knocked out. Blood smeared his lips and cheeks. It was a horrid sight.

"W-what are you talking about?? I didn't do anything to [Y/N]! I only said to be yourself and let him know how you f—"

Another sickening smash filled your ears. "Not a good enough answer," Jotaro answered loudly over the sounds of [bestfriend name]'s screaming. "I DON'T KNOW!" He cried out to Jotaro, "PLEASE! PLEASE ST- AAAAH!"

You let out a sob as a final smash against the sink was heard—the sink underneath the boy falling to the ground underneath, emitting a piercing, loud noise around the entire bathroom. The boy fell to the ground as well, but Jotaro was quick to pull him up to act as both a shield from the water and letting the guy know that he wasn't fully done with him yet. "You're going to help me find [Y/N], or I'm going to kill you."

"I-I don't know where [Y/N] i—" he was silenced, but you don't know how he became so. Your worry became so paramount that you dashed out of the bathroom, ready to piss yourself running right now, but you were determined to at least get your friend some help.

"Stop!" You cried to Jotaro, "he doesn't need to be involved in this! I made this decision on my own!"

Jotaro glanced over at [bestfriend's name]. "Do you hear that? My babe said you get to walk away free. Consider yourself lucky." He dropped the guy from the tall height he held him at.

[bestfriend name] stumbled forward, his eyes staring at you, bug-eyed and nearly bloodshot. He made it two steps before you. Two, single, steps before you, before Jotaro took the boy's skull into his massive hand and smashed the boy's skull against the wall next to the two of you. Your eyes were glued open as they watched his body slide down the wall, to the floor, where blood pooled underneath his body. You flinched and screamed at the noise of your friend being so brutally murdered to only see the grisly sight of the aftermath, bloodied and disfigured by the hefty slam into the wall, and more importantly, lifeless.

By then, your fight-or-flight response kicked in. You turned on your heel almost immediately and sprinted to the door, but Jotaro was right on your ass. He pinned you to the door and laughed at you as you helplessly screamed and pounded against the door, saying, "you're so silly [Y/N], no wonder I found you to be so attractive. But, I think this is getting a little annoying now, don't you think?" He reached around and grabbed you by your frozen shoulder, turning you around to face him. His hand was quick to clamp onto your lips, ultimately forcing you to silence and even calm down.

You were left to stare into those deep blue eyes of his in horror, though the tears overpowered your sight and eventually left Jotaro to be nothing more but a blur.

"Why are you crying, [Y/N]? I think you should be happy. Look," he pulled his hand away from your lips to pull you into his body, crushing you even and holding you tightly as he made you turn and face your best friend. "He's dead now, so there's no one in the way of our relationship anymore. We are free to be together for as long as I can say 'you're mine'.“

#jojo's bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #jjba x reader #yandere x reader #jotaro x reader #yandere #jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro #gender neutral insert #reader insert

[leviskitten]

hello, could you make a jotaro alphabet nsfw hc, please?

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Jotaro Kujo x reader(gn!)

Warnings: general NSFW themes,

A/n: hiya! Of course I can, hope you enjoy!

♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Naturally, he’s gonna soften down after y’all finish. He’s aware of his size *ahem* and that he can be a little too harsh sometimes without realizing, so he’s gonna be making sure you’re alright and stuff, running you a warm bath and making you drink water cuz yknow, you gotta stay hydrated. (He might even carry you bridal style to the bathtub and wash your hair, but you didn’t hear that from me oop)

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He probably doesn’t even have a favorite body part of neither his or your body, because he really couldn’t care less about that (he’s def a personality>looks kinda guy and you cannot tell me otherwise). However he secretly enjoys when you hold onto his arm, whether it is when you’re outside walking or when you need the ~support~ because he’s just pounding into you that hard. So I guess we’re gonna go with his arms for this one.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Homeboy has some thick white cum, I just know it. Another massive load fella, however he can (or prefers rather) only cum once.

Don’t get me wrong, he will make you cum multiple times if you want, but he’s fine with one thanks. Also, he probably isn’t that much into messy sloppy sex, so he cums either inside you or in your mouth, nowhere else (there are some exceptions to this but they’re oddly specific and rare so).

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• If he knows he’s gonna go on a long trip because of his job, he’s going to ~borrow some of your panties to masturbate with.

He usually borrows two, one that has your scent all over it, and another one to wrap around his cock as he jerks off. Sometimes (if you guys happen to be on a call), he might forget to pull it away before he cums, which ends up putting him in a bad mood because now he has to wash it and it won’t smell like you anymore :(

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He’s not very experienced to be honest, I feel like he may had had some hookups here and there but they were probably kinda shitty and awkward. So you’re going to have to guide him a little bit the first couple of times, good thing he’s a quick learner lol.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Boring man probably doesn’t have one istg 🙄🙄

Jk he isn’t boring, but yeah he probably doesn’t have one, as long as he can get a good look of your face while you’re at it it’s fine with him.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He literally looks like this 😐🧍like 98% of the time, do you really think he’s gonna start acting up now?????

If you laugh at something doing the deed with him he’s gonna look at you dead in the eyes until you stop laughing so he can continue, and it’s kinda scary ngl (or even more funny depending on the situation).

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• I kinda headcannon that he’s more on the thick hairy side, however he always trims himself down there, he doesn’t like to look unkept in some way (or at least that’s what he thinks idk). And yeah of course it matches, actually I feel like it’ll be curlier than his actual hair (but you’ll probably never get to see that lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• His love language is acts of service, that’s literally canon. So he probably won’t be too romantic or intimate per se, but he will definitely make sure you’re having the time of you life when you’re with him. He might even care more about getting you off rather than himself.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• I feel like he probably didn’t really masturbate that often until you guys got together. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sex, he does, a lot. Actually, I feel like his sex drive might have increased after the first couple of rounds of actually enjoyable sex with you. However, he probably has to go on trips a lot because of his job, and that’s where he finds himself missing you in many ways, including in bed.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kink.

• Surprisingly enough, he isn’t that kinky, but there are a couple of things that he does enjoy, like:

— praise (both ways), scratching and biting (receiving), edging (both ways), and he probably has a mild size and breeding kink. Oh, and he also kinda likes when you suck on his fingers.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• The bedroom. Easy, comfortable and private, pretty much perfect in his opinion.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Your praise, and when he can tell that you’re enjoying yourself.

He has sub tendencies (*ahem* might actually sub if asked nicely) so tell him that he’s doing so well or that he’s making you feel so good and he might cum right there and then.

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Anything public, extreme degradation and extreme impact play or something like that.

I don’t think I really have to go in depth as in to why not, but let’s just say that he’s a reserved guy who’s very aware of his size and strength and how mean he can get if he wants to.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Being completely honest, he might prefer receiving a little more, but he also loves getting you off multiple times only with his mouth so...

He wasn’t very skilled tbh (he was pretty bad actually let’s be real here), but with some practice and your guidance he got pretty damn good ngl. You trained him well >:)

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• Fast and rough by nature baby.

However he will slow down if asked, and during the first few times.

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not the biggest fan really, but still enjoys a casual quick blowjob/handjob every once in a while.

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• If you happen to have a kink that he either never heard about before, or didn’t really pay attention to, than he might be more open to experiment it with you and indulge you in it. However if they’re way too extreme he might hesitate and hold back a bit. He enjoys a couple of risks, as long as it’s between his and your boundaries.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• Are you kidding he can almost literally go on forever if you wanted to. He lasts pretty long actually, he has good self control after all ;)

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• Probably wouldn’t really think about buying some unless you bring it up. You guys probably own a couple of basics (bullet vibrators and maybe a dildo), so he can use them on you. Wouldn’t mind if you use them on him when he subs tho.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• He doesn’t tease often because it’s not really his thing, HOWEVER, when he does tease... let’s just say that you’re in for a ride.

His way of teasing it’s almost torture tbh, and it’s mainly touches, or some warning of what he’ll do to you if you’re the one teasing too much. He mainly does it to stop you from teasing him, but this doesn’t mean that you won’t feel a hand going up your thighs randomly every once in a while.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He isn’t really that loud, and he doesn’t make much sound sadly. It’s mainly deep grunts and gasps, might moan when he cums after a while.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• He only subs when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, and subconsciously needs for someone to take care of him. Or if he knows that that’s what you like and he wants to make you happy lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• He’s a proud member of the thicc cock gang and you cannot tell me otherwise.

No but fr, he’s t h i c k, barely above average length, but thick. I feel like it might be a little darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip gets pretty red easily. Pretty veiny too, and he’s uncut.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• It wasn’t too high before, but it kinda is now. He kinda became addicted to how you feel around him ngl, and also he likes how it helps him relax~

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He gets less tense after it for sure, but he doesn’t really get sleepy. He can do it and than carry on with his day (after making sure you’re alright of course) if needed, or he can also let you cuddle against him and get some rest if he wanted to.

#jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro headcanons #jotaro kujo headcanons #jotaro part 4 #jotaro part 3 #jotaro imagine #jotaro x y/n #part 3 jotaro #part 4 jotaro #part 4 jojo #jojo x reader #jojo hcs #jojo headcanons #jotaro smut #[🎀]— txt.

[abbacchiosbelt]

🌟 Abbacchiosbelt Masterlist 2020 - Part I 🌟

An updated masterlist of all my works on this blog. Hopefully, I didn’t miss anything! I had to repost this because apparently, Tumblr has a limit on links... Anyways, please enjoy! ♥

Part II!

All Writing 📝

AO3 Archive [A majority of my works on AO3 have been archived on this blog, though not all of them are. If you’d like to check out my AO3, here’s the link!]

BY CHARACTER [Fics, Headcanons, Ask Prompt Responses]

Part 1 - Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

George Joestar 1st

Part 2 - Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Kars

Lisa Lisa

Wamuu

Esidisi

Santana

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

Avdol

Dio Brando

Noriaki Kakyoin

Part 4 - Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan Kishibe

Jotaro Kujo

Yoshikage Kira

Mikitaka

Tomoko Higashikata

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijumura

Yukako Yamagishi

Part 5 - Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno’s Gang

Bruno Buccellati

Leone Abbacchio

Giorno Giovanna

Guido Mista

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

La Squadra

Risotto Nero

Prosciutto

Melone

Ghiaccio

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Sorbet

Gelato

Unita Special

Squalo

Tiziano

Cioccolata

Secco

Diavolo

Doppio

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Part 7 - Steel Ball Run 🏇

Johhny Joestar

Diego Brando

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Part 8 - Jojolion ⚓

Josuke Higashikata 8 (Gappy)

Yasuho Hirose

Confession Session ❤️

Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

Erina Pendleton

William Zeppeli

Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

The Pillarmen

Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

DIO

Avdol

Daniel D’arby

Terence / Telence D’arby

Mariah Confession

Vanilla Ice

N’Doul

Hol Horse

The World

Star Platinum

Silver Chariot

Hierophant Green

Magician’s Red

Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan

Jotaro

Josuke

Okuyasu

Tomoko

Mikitaka

Yoshikage Kira

Killer Queen

Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno

Sticky Fingers

Abbacchio

Moody Blues

Narancia

Giorno

Gold Experience

Mista

Sex Pistols

Fugo

Purple Haze

Trish

Bucci Gang / Bruno’s Gang

La Squadra

Melone

Prosciutto

Risotto

Illuso

Pesci

Doppio

Diavolo

King Crimson

Cioccolata

Secco

Squalo & Tiziano

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Steel Ball Run 🏇

Diego Brando

Johnny Joestar

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Jojolion ⚓

Gappy (Josuke Higashikata 8)

Yasuho Hirose

Jobin Higashikata

WRITING PROMPTS & OTHER🖋️

Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Ask Prompt

Yandere Prompt

JJBA Headcanons

Mini Fic Headcanons

Fluff

Not SFW

Valentine’s Day 2020

Monster AU

General AUs

COMMISSIONED WORKS 🌻

Unwrap Me, Baby | Joseph x F!Reader [NSFW]

Portraits of Home | Family AU - Jonathan, OC Elisa Joestar, and Dio [SFW]

Still Breathing | Cioccolata x F!Reader ! Please read the tags ! [NSFW]

Your Hand In Mine | Kira x F!Reader [NSFW]

See You Again | Prosciutto x F!Reader (Shae ☻) [NSFW]

Stay And Love Me | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Easy To Please | Joseph (Part 3) x F!Reader [NSFW]

Sweet Spot | OC x Risotto [NSFW]

Happy To Say | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Lights Out | Mista x Reader [NSFW[

In Care Of | Proscitutto x F!Reader x Risotto [NSFW]

JJBA FIC MASTERLIST 💌

Give In | Dio Brando x M!Reader [NSFW]

Paradise Isn’t Far | Guido Mista x F!Reader [NSFW]

Stolen | Diavolo!Bruno x F!Reader [NSFW]

Always Forever | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Hold My Love | Diavolo x Doppio [NSFW]

Disregard | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Anything For You | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Just Like That | Prosciutto x F!Reader x Melone  [NSFW]

Full | Risotto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Need | Risotto Nero (Solo, F!Reader S/O) [NSFW]

Drift to Me | Jotaro Kujo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Reckless | Tiziano x F!Reader x Squalo [NSFW]

Purple Breeze | Merman AU w/Jotaro & Star Platinum [SFW]

Violent Intimacy | Cioccolata x F!Reader x Secco [NSFW]

Unfinished Business | La Squadra and Cioccolata [NSFW]

Human Nature | Mikitaka x Reader [SFW]

Amore Carino | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

When I’m With You | Jotaro x Reader [SFW]

Moonlight | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Show Off | Prosciutto x F!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato [NSFW]

Lovely Beings | Kars x Reader [NSFW]

I Want It All | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Feels Right | Abbacchio x Reader [SFW]

Bomb Pop | Polpo x Reader [NSFW]

Process | Melone & GN!Reader [SFW]

Lucky You | Bruno x GN!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Midnight Snack | Gyro x GN!Reader x Johnny [SFW]

Ride With Us | Gyro x F!Reader x Johnny [NSFW]

Hold That Pose | Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio [NSFW]

Try | Guido Mista x GN!Reader [NSFW]

As We Believed | Merman!Risotto Nero x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Say You Will | Siren!Abbacchio x GN! Reader [NSFW]

Morning Surprise | Johnny x F!Reader x Gyro [SFW]

Tomorrow Is Safe | Naga!Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Teacher’s Pet | Professor!Diavolo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Il Mio | Cioccolata x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Coming Untouched | Melone x F!Reader [NSFW]

Soft | Jotaro Kujo x GN!Reader [SFW]

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