hi! i just found your blog and i noticed a lack of phantom blood so im here to fix that!! could i ask for jonathan joestar/gn reader who try to get sneaky in a semi-public area? maybe a closet during a ball or something?
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i really like how this one came out okay bye
It all happened so quickly, one minute you're hand-in-hand with your husband partaking in a slow dance at the ball, and the next you're sneaking off from the center stage and down the long extravagant halls searching desperately for an empty room. For a split second, you get a flashback from when you were younger, sneaking off to hook up without getting caught. On the way you hear some distant chatter, quickly taking cover before once gain scurrying to find a room, hell at this point a big enough closet would do.
Finally, after what seemed like decades you reach a vacant part of the venue, unfortunately, all that is available is a decently sized closet meant for storing chairs and other decorations. You barely waste any time before you're tugging at each other's clothing, clawing and nearly tearing the expensive fabrics in the process. Jonathan quickly has you up against the closet wall with his hands holding you up by your upper thighs, without hesitation he starts working on your sweet spot at the side of your neck, making his way up to your jaw and lips.
He leans into you even more, pressing your back flat on the wall and your chest to his while he slowly enters your pulsing hole while distracting you as much as possible to make it as comfortable as possible without the normal foreplay. "Try to stay as quiet as you can. Alright, love?" Your husband mumbles against your lips, it's quite terrifying to think about possibly getting caught in such a predicament, it almost makes you want to back out, but Jonathan's warmth mixed with his pounding heart against yours was comfort enough to believe that you would be alright.
Once fully inside of you, he searches your face for approval to move and the second you give it to him he starts to piston in and out of you with desperation you haven't seen from him in a while. It's not easy to swallow your moans and whines when he feels so good inside you, the adrenalin of the situation adding to the pleasure he's giving you. The small closet quickly filled with the sound of skin violently slapping against each other. In an attempt to keep any noises from escaping your throat you bring a hand to your mouth and cover it shut, but Jonathan quickly removes it and replaces it with his mouth, bringing you into a heated french kiss, driving you even more mad with serotonin.
It didn't take you too long to reach your peak after that, a few more thrusts and you made a mess of the bare skin between you and your husband. Your legs wrapped themselves even more around Jonathan's waist and the arms around his neck forced him closer to you. Every moan, whine, and groan you made was muffled out to nothing with the help of his mouth against yours. You threw your head back against the wall of the closet as you came down from your high, Jonathan still chasing his own. With the skin of your neck now fully available to him he bites down on the side, not hard enough to make a mark but hard enough to make you hiss at the slight pain.
After a few moments, he moved from your neck to your shoulder and you felt his teeth clamp down before he filled you with his warm seed, his grip on your thighs also becoming a bit painful. You held your husband as he trembled while recovering from the surge of pleasure that just coursed throughout his body. You almost forgot about the situation until Jonathan pulled out and hurried to clean the two of you up using his suit handkerchief. He helped you get your clothes back on before his own, ensuring that you were alright before pulling you in for a kiss.
He gently opens the door, carefully checking the surroundings to make sure the coast is clear, grabbing your hand and dragging you out once he's confident no one will catch you. You calmly make your way back to the ballroom while hoping you two don't seem so suspicious. Your clothes were no longer steamed and perfect and you both had a new pep in your step as you walked with clarity. A few heads turned as you took your original place at the center of the ballroom but before you could express your concern, Jonathan quickly ensured you that it was nothing to worry about, taking your face into his hands and planting a tender kiss to your forehead.
