JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Jotaro x Reader: {Drunken Hormones}

It was around twelve when Jotaro finally arrived home, his vision slightly blurred. Usually he never drank this much, but since Polnareff was visiting that meant a hearty, beer-filled night.

"Yare yare," Jotaro said under his breath, a drunken flush on his cheeks. He slipped off his shoes, a warm smell filling his nose.

"Ahh, you're home," you smiled from over your shoulder, "I just finished making your bento for tomorrow." You made your way from the small kitchenette and gave Jotaro a peck on the cheek.

Jotaro's eyes followed you as you made your way back to his freshly made bento. Your shorts hugged your figure in such a way, he couldn't help but stare.

You opened the fridge, "How's Polnareff? Still wondering about?" you bent down, trying to find free space.

Despite your attempts to conversate, your womanly curves kept Jotaro distracted. They called out to him like sensual sirens, their only desire to drag him into the depths of your body.

"Fine...." was all he could muster out.

You turned to him, raising a curious brow. You were positioned so that your low-sweeping tank top revealed your bare chest. The Jotaro swallowed hard, his jaw clenching tight.

You noticed his suddenly stiff body, "Are you alright?"

He started to walk towards you in slow strides, an intense aura emanating off him. With each step he took, you took one back. That is, until you felt the cold surface of the fridge hit your back. Jotaro stepped up to you, placing his hands on the fridge.

A burning blush bloomed across your face. His sea blue eyes were heavy with intense passion. He was so close you could practically feel the warmth radiating off his muscular frame. You waited for him to say something, but he was silent. Not that that was a surprise. Suddenly, he leaned down, going straight for your neck. His hot breath against the nape of your neck made your knees buckle. You felt his supple lips gently connect and you bit your lip.

Jotaro knew that was your most sensitive area, giving you another kiss just below your ear. The wet warmth of his lips graced your collarbone. Without much of your control, a soft moan escaped your lips. Though small, it sent a shiver down Jotaro's body.

He leaned back, getting a view of your crimson face. That embarrassed look excited him, but he wanted more. He wanted to see your most vulnerable self. In a passionate rush, Jotaro lifted you up and firmly kissed you. The hot wetness of his lips sent a wave of ecstasy through your body. Instinctly, your legs wrapped around his hips, your bodies fully embracing each other. Your lips were entangled in a hot mess of kisses as if in a sensual dance.

Your lips separated with a wet smack as you felt the soft covers of the bed on your back. Jotaro's broad shoulders and chiseled face loomed over you. Despite the drunken flush on his cheeks, the passion in his eyes was genuine. You reached a hand up, letting your fingers comb through his silky black hair. Your eyes flow to his lips. Those full, manly lips you so desperately wanted all over you. The pressure of his hips on you became more evident and Jotaro's hand slowly crawled up your shirt, his warm touch comforting you. You closed your eyes and let out a whispy breath.

'I'm ready for you...Jotaro...'