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As soon as you exited the shop, you knew you had Jotaro wrapped around your finger. Though stone-faced as always, the slight catch in his throat and dust of pink across his features gave you all the reaction you needed. Kakyoin stood next to you hiding a mischievous grin through a veneer of innocence. After all, he was the one who helped you decide which sundress would test the angsty, black-clad target of your affection’s resolve the most.
“Oh! Mon Cherie, you better be careful showing off those legs!” For once, you were grateful for Polnareff’s gratuitous flirting. It only served to draw Jotaro’s eyes to the scandalously short hemline of your yellow and white garment. He swallowed thickly.
Though you and Jotaro had a heart to heart one starry night in the desert and even shared a soft kiss, there wasn’t much opportunity for your relationship to progress beyond subtle displays of affection. Between stand attacks and close sleeping quarters, finding a moment to dispel the emotional and sexual tension blooming between you just hadn’t been in the cards. It wasn’t until you confided in Kakyoin that he helped you hatch a rather devious plan.
Part one, get Jotaro so riled up that any qualms he had about displaying his affection would dissipate into thin air. That was going rather well, seeing as you were stuck shoulder to shoulder in the rented jeep Mr. Joestar had haggled for. You made it a point to lean forward and chat with Avdol and Mr. Joestar whenever possible, angling yourself in a way that almost had you sitting on Jotaro’s lap. It also hiked your dress up just enough for him to see a flash of your black panties. Although, they were perfectly visible through the thin fabric of your dress anyway.
Whenever you stopped for a bathroom break, you made certain to always stand in front of Jotaro. What good was a sundress if he couldn’t admire the way your silhouette shifted beneath it? Of course, you were never able to catch him staring, but the way his hat stayed continually pulled over his eyes told you everything you needed to know. The boy’s resolve was crumbling to dust.
Part two was a bit more difficult, and the most crucial. It was up to Kakyoin to lure the other men and Iggy somewhere that they would want to stay for a while. Preferably a hookah bar or restaurant. This part of the plan also necessitated that, for the first time in weeks, no stand users decided to attack the group. For that, you just had to pray.
“Mr. Joestar,” Kakyoin began around sunset, “I’ve read in an encyclopedia that the night markets of Aswan are particularly lively. I know we need to get to Cairo as soon as possible, but perhaps we might eat and rest for a bit before continuing on?” You silently thanked the bookworm for his ability to either retain information or lie through his teeth. Either way, Mr. Joestar and Polnareff were instantly intrigued, and Avdol didn’t disagree. Jotaro gave a typical noncommittal grunt.
As soon as the jeep was parked, Polnareff jumped out and started pointing at different food stalls. Kakyoin suggested they find a place with beer for Mr. Joestar, and they started to set off. You caught Jotaro’s hand just as he turned to join them.
“Actually,” You called out to the group, yawning comically loud, “I think I’m gonna take a nap. It’s impossible to sleep with you giants smashing me between you.” For the first time, Jotaro’s eyes met yours. A fire smoldered within them.
“I’m staying, too,” He stated, waving the others away, “A stand user could attack any moment.” Your heart skipped a beat. Kakyoin flashed you a knowing wink before Jotaro obscured his view as he climbed back into the jeep. The door shut, and the two of you were alone.
It was impossibly quiet. Jotaro’s aqua blue eyes held your own, his clenched jaw giving no indication of the thoughts undoubtedly running through his mind. You felt incredibly small under his gaze, and your heartbeat pounded in your ears. You started to speak, fearing you might have taken things a bit too far, but Jotaro’s warm lips slotted against your own stopped you dead in your tracks.
You melted into the kiss as Jotaro wrapped his strong arms around you, weeks of sexual tension snapping in an instant. His tongue lapped eagerly at your lips and you opened yourself to him, moaning into his mouth as he devoured you thoroughly. Seeing the normally reticent man drop his guard and give in to his base desires filled you with arousal. You grabbed the edges of his uniform and pulled him backwards so that he enveloped you completely, deepening the kiss.
As passionately as he kissed you, you could tell he was holding back. One of his hands danced at the edge of your skirt and the other hovered near your chest. It was charming, how much Jotaro refused to allow himself to relinquish control. That night, however, you wouldn’t give him the option. You had broken him thus far, what harm was there in pushing farther?
When you moved his hand to your chest, his brain short-circuited. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you red-lipped and breathless. A smirk played across your features. Sometime during the madness his signature hat had fallen to the wayside. He was stunningly handsome, his sharp jaw highlighted by his slightly curled, black hair. You would toss his hat into the Nile if it meant you could see him like that more often.
He watched your reaction as his hand moved to massage your clothed breast. Though his expression was hard to read, the way his own arousal pressed against you the moment you whimpered his name let you know he wanted it just as much as you did.
Jotaro touched you more earnestly, his thumb rubbing over the hardening nub of your nipple. Through the thinness of your sundress it almost felt like there was no fabric at all between you. His other hand hesitantly skirted beneath your dress, stopping at the edge of your now soaking panties. Jotaro swallowed hard.
“All day,” His voice caught in his throat as one of his knuckles dragged along the damp fabric at your core, “You’ve been teasing me.” You bit your lip and looked at him bashfully, trying to feign innocence.
“What do you mean? I just-” Without warning he slipped a finger beneath your underwear and let it trace your slickened folds, “I…I didn’t…” A moan escaped you as he swiftly tugged down the fabric of your dress, exposing your bare breasts to him.
“Don’t lie to me,” He ordered, teasing a finger at your entrance. You moved your hips to try and find purchase but he held you steady, “You wore this on purpose.” Your face flushed with embarrassment.
Before you could protest his thick finger pushed past your entrance, sliding inside of you with ease. You could barely stand it, being teased open like that. All you wanted was for Jotaro to hike up your dress and thrust balls deep into your core. But he refused to let you gain the upper hand.
Your back arched when his lips found your neck. Being this close to him, your nose in his hair, his must scent surrounding you, it was intoxicating. Lewd sucking sounds resounded in the jeep as he marred your flesh with deep marks. His finger continued working you open and soon you were a whimpering mess beneath him. When he was satisfied, he added a second finger, thrusting his digits painfully slowly within you. Enough to drive you wild, but not enough to stimulate you in any way that could make you climax.
“Admit it,” He mumbled into your neck, nipping at your earlobe. Part of you wondered when you had lost control of the situation, but another part of you didn’t give a shit. When all you did was groan in response, he kissed a trail down your chest and lapped at your neglected nipple. You felt a third finger slide inside of you.
“J-Jotaro,” His cock twitched against your thigh. It gave you the idea to reach down to try and unzip his pants, but he caught your wrist in no time. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, timing it with a slow thrust inside of you, “Please.”
His breath ghosted across your skin as an almost imperceptible chuckle escaped him. He let go of your nipple with a pop and sat up to gaze at your flushed face, “Admit it.”
You let out a sob of irritation and licked your lips. The way he looked at you, a calculated yet feral stare that only you were allowed to see, it made you want to give yourself to him completely.
“I did…I wore it on purpose,” As you admitted your plan, Jotaro’s pace began to quicken, “T-to make you want me and…” A particularly deep thrust had your eyes rolling back, “I-I’m so-orry!” Just as you felt your orgasm approaching Jotaro withdrew his fingers from inside of you. You whimpered pitifully at the loss.
You didn’t have much time to mourn however, as Jotaro hooked an arm around the small of your back and swiftly pulled you on top of him. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and stroked his hardened length with his slickened fingers. He was by no means a small man, and you were thankful that he took the time to prepare you. His lip met yours once again in a tender kiss, one that conveyed Jotaro’s true, raw emotion. Although he enjoyed punishing you for torturing him all day, the soft way he held you as his lips met yours meant that behind the arousal he truly felt something real.
When your lips parted, a rare smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Then show me you’re sorry.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. When the head of his cock swirled in the fluid of your arousal you began to take him in immediately, wasting no time. He gripped your hips to help you along, grunting softly as your warm walls enveloped him. You pressed a kiss to his glistening forehead.
You didn’t breathe properly until you were fully seated on his length. It took a few moments to adjust to the burning stretch, but the slight pain was nothing compared to the elation of finally, finally being connected.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, placing your palms on his chest for leverage. The moment you began to move he threw his head back and bit his lip. It was a beautiful sight, and you couldn’t help but nip at the vein in his muscled neck as you rolled your hips along his member.
Slowly, you were able to ride him in earnest. Whimpers and wanton moans filled the air as you impaled yourself on his cock, gyrating your hips so that he hit the sweetest spots inside of you. When he was sure you weren’t in pain, one of his hands lifted your dress so that he could watch himself disappear inside of you.
“Fuck,” He whispered, stony expression melting into one of pure bliss. He stopped biting his lip and let his lips stay parted, breathing heavily as you bounced up and down on his length.
“Jotaro…I…” You moaned, leaning your head against his neck as you rode him, “I-I’m really close…” Something inside Jotaro snapped at your confession. His arms wrapped around you and prevented you from moving on your own. Instead, he rolled his own hips in a way that made you mewl against him, rubbing his pelvis against your clit in the process. Soon, he snapped his hips against you over and over again, edging out your release as you bounced helplessly against him.
It hit you all at once and you cried out into his chest, pleasure radiating through your body. He didn’t once stop thrusting into you, instead milking out your orgasm with near painful efficiency. You squirted on his cock as you came, soaking what he loved to remind everyone were his two hundred dollar pants.
His own climax wasn’t far behind. One of his rough hands grabbed your behind while the other gripped your hair and held you close to his chest. He pistoned into your overstimulated core, relishing the broken moans you let out against his skin as he fucked you ragged.
“[Y/n]!” He grunted, hips stuttering. You gasped as his creamy semen filled you, warmth spreading from within. His chest heaved as he spent every drop of fluid into you, his fist gripping your hair painfully.
It was an eternity before either of you were ready to move. For a moment, you considered just falling asleep on your chest with him still inside of you. Jotaro, ever responsible, took the initiative and shifted you so that he could pull out. Immediately your underwear filled with his seed and you blushed at the feeling.
Without a word he handed you his jacket to cover yourself, and you silently thanked him. He tucked his spent member back into his pants and pulled you so that your head was resting on his chest. Just as you thought he might have fallen asleep beneath you, he softly kissed your hair.
“That dress is going into the river.”