ECSTASY. (NSFW)
a Jotaro (post part 4) x Reader, written by an average bored student, Luca.
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The only thing that could manage to appear in his mind that night was you. He’d sat at his working desk, papers from today’s work that he was well aware had to be signed and read before a close deadline were scattered all across the wooden surface, however all he could think about was you.
He shut his eyes. Ceasing continuing to write, he dropped his pen almost carelessly. You were one of his dearest friends, someone who he deeply respected, and vise versa. You’d known each other for what seemed like forever, you’d gone through things with the man during his more youthful years as well as now, you’d bonded with him through it all; emotions were shared, so was time.
Yet, even regardless of that all, Jotaro had far more to say about you aside from your admirable determination, reliability, attitude, and companionship. He admired you, he admired the gentle smiles you’d let off during a conversation, your meaningful point of views and how your eyes would fill up with interest whenever you spoke on them, the small quirks you had, everything a regular best friend wouldn’t notice — he did.
He’s stoic, but he loves you. There’s no doubt about it. He doesn’t make it easy to tell how much he notices about you, but he notices, and he feels his heartbeat increase without fail to the thoughts and memories of it all. Like now, for instance.
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Today, however, was far different. You were catching up with him at a café near by to the both of you. What you had on was definitely killing him, and you were well aware. You wore a seemingly generic outfit, comfortable yet slightly oversized jeans with a close fitting shirt and a thin jacket over it all to combat the wind of the afternoon, of which was more annoying than uncomfortable to you. As you sat down at the table right in front of Jotaro, he couldn’t help but notice how low cut your shirt was. He attempted avoiding direct contact, but the exposed cleavage made his teeth grit ever so slightly. Your breasts were so full, stretching the cloth of your shirt by the bust every time you moved even the slightest bit. He pretended like he didn’t notice the entire time, letting the conversations you were having completely drown out the feeling of lust inside him.
“I didn’t expect any other outcome to erupt.” He sighed before leaning forward and resting a shoulder on his desk, grasping a tuft of hair with one hand as the other one trailed down to his crotch.
It was throbbing.
His fingers grazed over the large tent inside his trousers, a shiver going through his body.
He needed to touch it.
He grabbed the zipper of his pants and slowly pulled in down, exposing his dark blue boxers. In a haste, he grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them further down, palming the bulge he was hiding inside of his undergarments. He cursed at himself before giving in and closing his eyes once more. Images of you popped up the second he did, today’s events and fantasies he’s had time and time again. He pulled away the restricting cloth that was getting in the way of him and grasped his length immediately. A heavy 7 inch, veiny cock in his hand, that couldn’t help but drip of pre cum to the thought of your body.
“Fuck me.” He hissed before tapping the tip of his member, the once resting droplet of wetness stretched and smeared by his thumb all while he winced the tantalizing sensation. He couldn’t hold back anymore, everything was too much. His mind wondered, he thought of how you’d look standing under him, his cock getting wrapped in your tongue, the sensation of your plump lips gliding up and down his shaft and just how good it would feel. He sighed, beginning to pump his cock.
He didn’t plan on forcing you to do all the work of course, right after your precious mouth was done taking in Jotaro, he would make sure to put it all inside you. It was something he dreamed about, and never failed to wake up with his sheets stained white because of it. He wondered how tight it would be, how it would feel to have his cock plunge in and out of you.
“Please, tell me you’re wet..” he began to stroke himself faster, letting out a throaty groan. He wanted to see the faces you’d make when he shoved every inch into the deepest point of your cunt. The sounds you’d make as it hit your cervix. How your walls would tighten around him trying to adjust to the notable size and girth of him. Jotaro threw his head back, keeping his speed consistent as his cock leaked more pre cum. Where would you want his cum? He wanted to know that so badly. He wished to finish on your stomach, on your face, everywhere, but he especially wanted to shoot his load directly into your womb. How would you react to being filled with his thick semen?
He let out a guttural groan as he felt his orgasm nearing, he couldn’t bare any more of his desires intoxicating his own brain. He looked down at his own member, weary and weak, his eyes rolling up soon after. White strings of cum shot out of his cock, he bit his lip attempting to suppress the moan that he wished to unleash so badly. He hissed through his teeth as he let his orgasm slowly die down, soon noticing the large puddle of cum on his work desk.
“Shit.” He cursed as it set in how lucky he was that none of his secretions got on his papers. He grabbed a cloth from out of his hip pocket and wiped away his mess with a face of annoyance.
His phone lit up.
He picked it up the second he saw the light illuminating from the corner of his eye only for there to be one notification.
『 MESSAGES now
y/n ♡
You weren’t very good and controlling your eyes today, hm? 』
His aquamarine eyes shook in dismay, setting his phone down instantly.
“I should really confess to the woman soon.” He sighed.