jotaro hated you. he hated your bright pink outfits, he hated your extreme makeup. he thought you were like an overdressed doll, almost begging for attention.
he hated your sickeningly sweet voice, and he hated the giggles that would slip your mouth whenever you passed by him.
you were so… girly, so bright. it was too much for him to handle. you’d often flock around him with your friends, however he noticed that you only seemed to be interested in gossiping with the rest of the girls.
what, did you not like him or something?
no, that’s impossible. you’re the girliest girl at his school, of course you like him!
wrong.
jotaro couldn’t stand to be in class anymore- it’s not like they mattered anyways, he was graduating soon.
so, he excused himself for a bathroom break and took shelter behind the school- only to be greeted by your unknowing form.
you were leaning against the brick wall, applying lipgloss onto your plump lips as you stared intently at your pocket mirror that was perched in your delicate hand. you had just applied lotion, and the sun shimmered perfectly on your new set of nails.
you had a cute outfit on, your shoes weren’t rubbing against your foot, the wind wasn’t too harsh- it was a perfect day.
you thought that, until you glanced to the side for a second and caught a glimpse of jotaro.
the manwhore who somehow won oven your friends.
“what do you want?” you’d huff, closing the lid to your sparkly lipgloss, before placing it in the chest pocket of your shirt.
“why are you here?” jotaro asked, eyes narrowing when he noticed you shift your weight onto another leg, still not even bothering to look at him.
“what do you mean?” you’d bat your eyelashes, your body finally turned towards the larger man in front of you.
wow, you were really trying that?
he’d seen you act like this before, all sweet and innocent. a group of boys around you, asking all sorts of questions. and you simply sat there like the angel you are, fluttering your eyelashes and giggling at each unfunny joke. it’s fun to play with your toys a little, you know?
but jotaro knew about your little innocent facade.
he knew your little secret, and you knew his.
whenever the two of you were bored and horny, you’d meet behind the school and he’d blow your back out, or you’d give his dick a good suck.
it’s not like he was a bad fuck, either.
too lazy to finish, lmk if you want part 2 w/ smut xx
smut, bathroom sex, looking in the mirror, hair pulling, minor breeding (?) little bit of cum denial.
young!nanami knew he should’ve avoided you from the start. you’d only ever go out with a full face of makeup, and wearing the highest heels he had ever seen. even in the jujutsu high uniform, you somehow managed to make it seem… slutty.
“shoko, we have to go shopping with utahime this weekend. i found this cute new store, and you two would love it!” you beamed, eyes sparkling as your hand intertwined with shoko’s, manicured nails shimmering.
“sure.” shoko would smile, taking a puff of her cigarette. “i’ll ask utahime.”
he knew that you were nasty, vile, even. but he couldn’t help the few glances he’d steal from you.
you always rolled your skirt up, eager for attention, young!nanami would tell himself. not to mention the mesh stockings you wore. how shameless!
“hi nanami!” your tone was sweet, and light as you waved to your classmate. he watched as you happily walked over to him, skirt moving along with each step you took.
he didn’t want to acknowledge you, he shouldn’t! but he couldn’t help the polite wave he gave.
“watcha’ doin?” you’d ask, an arm placed on his shoulder as you tugged him closer to you. “are you lonely?” you giggled, manicured nail poking at his cheek.
“im not lonely.” he’d mumble, attempting to get himself out of your grip. did you always smell this good?
young!nanami tried, he really tried to distance himself from you, but that was hard, considering you were one of the only people in his class.
so he guessed it was obvious he’d be sent on a mission with you some day. he’s just mad that it was today.
“woohoo! we’re going togetherr!” you’d sing, a sugary smile on your features as you and young!nanami reached the school where you both would exorcise the curse.
he honestly tried to ignore you, and the way your skirt was even shorter than usual - your lashes curled even further today than others. he tried to tear his eyes away from your glossed lips, but it was really hard.
young!Nanami knew that this was wrong, but all he could focus on was the way you were bouncing around like some slut desperate for attention.
maybe that’s what you were, it wasn’t his place to decide. right?
well, when he finally grew older and returned to jujutsu high as a teacher, he was surprised to see that you were still there.
and still as glamorous as ever.
“nanami! is that you?” he recognised your voice, although you sounded a little more mature this time around.
he turned around, eyes looking down at your smiley face. you were older, a bit more mature- your uniform had changed too. somehow you turned into even more of a slut. how was that even possible?
nanami had to fight the raging boner that was threatening to make itself known.
“hello, l/n.” he greeted politely, noticing the way your face grew brighter at the sound of his voice.
“you sound so different! can’t believe it’s really been that long, huh?”
he knew, ever since he first met you- that he should’ve avoided you. he never should’ve talked to you, but here you both were.
nanami was plowing into you from behind, your body folded over the bathroom counter with your manicured fingers gripping onto whatever you could hold. his large hand was planted in your roots, forcing your face up to look at your crumbling form in the mirror.
it was disgusting, really. you had fat tears spilling out of your eyes, mascara running down your cheeks and mixing with the spit and drool that hung out of your opened mouth. lipstick was smeared over your lips and cheeks, and stray hairs clung to your sweaty forehead and wet cheeks.
each thrust emitted a wet, lewd sound, mixed with your loud and erotic moans. nanami knew that with the way you were moaning like a literal pornstar, the two of you would get caught- and he’s not looking to be expelled from jujutsu high when he just came back. his large, veiny hand left your clit and reached up to your mouth, and he leaned over to your ear.
“shut up.” his hot breath fanned over your ear, as he sped up his thrusts- feeling himself get closer.
soon, he emptied ropes of creamy and thick cum into your sore pussy, grunting as he fucked them back into you. maybe if you’re filled to the brim with his seed you’d be less of a slut.
he almost moaned out loud when he saw your face through the mirror, your eyes were almost rolled to the back of your head, and even more drool was falling from the corner of your mouth.
just as you were about to come, he pulled out- claiming “a slut like you should know that she doesn’t deserve to cum.”
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