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A childhood friend.
That’s all he was. That’s all he’d ever been, really.
And while Jotaro told himself that he didn’t mind, that he didn’t care about the slew of partners that paraded around with you practically hanging off of their arms, about the amount you’d complain to him day after day, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
He’d spent years trying to convince himself that he wasn’t jealous, but as time passed the feeling became increasingly difficult to ignore. It was exhausting. Torturous, even.
And the most frustrating part was that it went unnoticed.
He couldn’t decide if you were genuinely that oblivious or if you were completely disinterested; either way, seeing you with anyone else set his teeth on edge.
Of course you’d invite him over for a long night of drinking while the boyfriend was away, you hated being left alone in an empty apartment.
Of course you’d begin spouting off all of your troubles with your current partner, not taking into account just how much he hated him.
Of course you’d lean on him for those kinds of things, why wouldn’t you? He was your best friend, after all.
Good grief.
Finally, a spark of courage. That’s what people called it anyways, liquid courage, and for a good reason.
He’d somehow convinced you to throw on a movie, rather than waste the rest of the evening talking about a man that he absolutely abhorred, and he was thankful that your attention span had been significantly shortened in your intoxicated state - so much so that you barely reacted to the large hand he’d placed on your knee.
It’d only taken a few drinks for you to partially undress, something that happened quite frequently as a sequela of alcohol consumption. You’d slipped out of the pajama shorts you were wearing moments prior, simply stating that you were “too hot”, and paying no mind to the potential effects it would have on your guest.
Of course you wouldn’t. Jotaro was simply a supportive character in your narrative; you’d made it clear enough that he was no potential love interest.
Though the excess fabric of your oversized t-shirt, assumedly one that had originally belonged to your god awful excuse of a boyfriend, accommodated for such, Jotaro couldn’t help himself, and his mind had already begun to wander.
Keeping his eyes glued to the screen, he slowly began to inch his hand upwards, traveling along the length of your inner thigh, and your breath hitched in your throat as you suddenly processed the sensory input.
“Jotaro!” You quickly grabbed his wrist and dug your fingers into the flesh.
“Hm?” He halted his movement, but did not remove it from your thigh, and instead let it linger in place at the midpoint between your knee and your hip.
“What are you doing?”
“Just watch the movie,” he said flatly. The harshness of your voice rang through his ears, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to continue.
“No, seriously, what the hell?”
“ What the hell? ” He parroted back at you in a whiny voice.
“Ugh, you’re so annoying!”
He bit his cheeks at your disgusted tone.
Was he really that unattractive to you?
“You didn’t seem to mind a minute ago,” he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well a minute ago you weren’t trying to grope me, you fuckin' perv,” you huffed.
“Good grief woman,” he sighed.
“Dude, you know I’ve got a boyfriend, what’s-”
“Could you stop talking about him for once?”
“...What?” You cocked your head to the side.
“I’m sick of hearing about your love life, it’s gross.”
“Since when have you found it ‘gross’? You’ve never complained before,” you crossed your arms.
“Does it really matter?”
“I mean, you could’ve told me…”
“It’s not like you would have cared, all you’ve ever done was ignore me,” he grunted.
“Ignore..? What are you talking about?”
“Are you really that fucking blind?” His voice remained bitter in the back of his throat. “Or are you that put off by the idea? Am I really that revolting? Is there something wrong with me?”
“I…” You were at a loss for words.
“Answer me!” You jumped as he tightened his grip on your thigh.
“Look, Jotaro-”
In a matter of seconds Jotaro had pulled you from your spot beside him and placed you in his lap to face him.
“You’re telling me you never thought about it? Not once?” Placing his hands on your hips, he kept a firm grip to hold you down in place.
“I…no, it’s not that, I just…this is wrong,” you said quietly.
“Is it?” Jotaro whispered into your neck.
“What about my boyf-”
“If you’re really so insistent on keeping that sad excuse of a man around,” he nipped at your collarbone as he spoke, “don’t tell him.”
“What, you don’t mean- ah, hey, don’t..don’t do that,” you couldn’t stop the soft moans from slipping out at every gentle bite.
“Cheat on your boyfriend with me,” he cupped your cheek in his palm as he pulled your face inches from his, “just this once.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze. There was no doubt about it, this wasn’t some sick joke, some fucked up prank - he was serious .
Without a second thought, you pushed yourself forward to bridge the gap between your lips. You couldn’t wrap your head around it, but for some strange reason you couldn’t fathom pulling yourself away from the plethora of kisses that ensued thereafter. The man you’d come to know so well, who you’d almost viewed as a brother for all these years, caused you to melt within his embrace at the drop of a hat.
You quickly found yourself grinding your hips into his, faint breathy moans filling the air and drowning out the background noise.
“I want to see all of you,” he said softly, sliding his hands up your sides to remove your shirt.
Seeing him like this brought a sudden warmth to your cheeks. You were no stranger to the attention, and you weren’t the slightest bit ashamed to admit you’d had your fair share of sexual partners in the past, but the way his breath caught in his throat as you exposed yourself sent your head spinning.
“Fuck, so pretty...”
“Shut up,” you laughed, “it’s embarrassing enough that you’ve got me in a position like this…”
“No, really,” he reached across the couch before returning to his relaxed position beneath you moments later, phone in hand. “I don’t want to forget this.”
“Wait-”
“Relax, it’s just for me,” he said, tapping at the screen with his thumb.
Your thighs trembled around his as you shifted your weight in his lap, the growing wet patch in your underwear making it impossible to mask your enjoyment. There was no denying it now, no possible way to back out.
“And… action. ”
He promptly ran his hand along every inch of your body, occasionally stopping to squeeze and knead any bit he deemed fit, whether it be your breasts, your thighs, the flesh above your hips; he couldn’t get enough of you, and the hunger behind his eyes only confirmed it further.
“J-Jotaro,” you stuttered between gasps.
“Aw, (Y/N), are you really that desperate?” He teased, his hands steadily traveling up your inner thigh and slowing to a stop at the hem of your underwear.
“Shut up,” you blushed.
“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now,” he smirked, “go on, tell me.”
Unable to conjure up the courage to verbally confirm his statement, though you knew it to be true, you resorted to simply nodding in response.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he muttered from behind the phone, his free hand now maneuvering to shift your panties to the side.
“Look at that,” he said to the camera, “jeez, (Y/N), so wet for me already, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
You bit your lip, staring down at the hand between your legs, then down even further to the strained bulge in his pants.
“Go on, baby, take it out,” he leaned back slightly, making sure to capture your full body in the shot.
Baby. You tensed up as that word left his lips. It’s not that you hadn’t heard it before, no, it was the fact that Jotaro had said it.
He retreated his hand, adjusting the phone in his grip and zooming the camera in as you carefully unveiled his lower half.
“What’s that expression for?” He laughed.
You hadn’t noticed your expression change, but you quickly came to realize that you were gawking at his anatomy as it sprung forward from the confines of his sweatpants, and you took a moment to shut your mouth before looking back up at him with reddened cheeks.
“It’s…shut up,” you stammered.
“God, it’s so cute ,” he guided your hand and held it in his as he wrapped it around the base, “I mean, you’re always telling me how dissatisfied you are in the bedroom. You go on and on about your sex life and yet, this is what gets you flustered?”
He slowly began moving your hand up and down the length of his shaft, and the warmth of his hand radiated into yours as he helped you maintain a firm grip.
“Come on, (Y/N), show me how well you treat him.”
You scooted yourself forward, the folds of your pussy just barely caressing the tip of his cock as you continued to stroke it at a steady pace.
“So eager,” he bit his lip as he watched through the phone screen. “You really want it, huh?”
Your heart pounded against your sternum.
“Tell me,” he said, “tell me how badly you want it, tell me how much you want to cheat on him.”
“I- fuck,” you said softly.
“Little louder, babe, gotta make sure the camera picks it up, right?”
“I need it, please..p-please,” you’d come undone, abandoning any and all feelings of doubt in that moment, and finally gave in to your lustful desires. “I need you, Jotaro!”
“Oh, you need it, huh?” He teased.
You nodded again.
His cock twitched as he watched you spread yourself open for him and met his gaze with pleading eyes.
“Who am I to deny you? After all, what kind of friend would I be, hmm? Go on then,” he smiled smugly, “since you need it so badly.”
He inhaled sharply as you finally slipped the head inside and slowly began to lower yourself onto him, squirming in place as your pussy stretched around him inch by inch.
“F-fuck,” his voice hitched as you rocked yourself back and forth, taking him deeper bit by bit with every thrust inwards. “Just like that, (Y/N), show me just how much you want me, show m- sh-shit, you’re tight.”
You leaned back, propping yourself up with a hand on each of his thighs.
“You were acting so shy earlier,” he said breathlessly, “but you’ve got such a lewd look on your face, (Y/N). How much have you thought about this?”
His words sent shivers down your spine. Admittedly, the idea had crossed your mind a handful of times, but you never thought in a million years that you’d act on it.
“I- ah- I couldn’t help it,” you allowed your moans to flow freely as you began to steadily increase your pace.
“Fuck, baby, you’re practically sucking me in,” he groaned. “Does your boyfriend get you this wet, or is it just me?”
“Just you, only you- god, it’s so big, fuck,” your face burned at your admission.
“Yeah? Better than his?” He let out a lustful laugh.
You nodded, trying in vain to catch your breath enough to speak.
“Say it,” he zoomed in on your face, “tell the camera how much you prefer my dick to his.”
“I- ah- I love your cock, it’s so much better than my b-boyfriend’s,” you mewled.
“Go on, say my name too,” he gripped onto your hip and began meeting you halfway with your thrusts, and your walls fluttered each time he bottomed out in you.
“Fuck, Jotaro…your dick is the only one I want, you’re all I want,” you cried out.
“God, say that again and you might just send me over the edge,” he said between heavy breaths, “shit, I’m c-close.”
“J-Jotaro,” you whined, “p-please Jotaro, please, please, please, please …”
“That’s it, baby, beg for it,” his voice had grown hoarse as he spoke through a profusion of moans and grunts. “You want me to fill you up, right?”
“ Please ,” was the only word you could seem to muster up in a moment like this. Your head felt empty.
“You want my cum?” His breathing had become staggered and his mouth hung open slightly at the sight of you just barely hanging on alongside him.
“Yes, Jotaro, please!”
“Say- fuck, say you’re mine,” the words spilled out as a low growl.
“I’m y-yours Jotaro, all yours!” You trembled within his grip, your extremities tensing up as you were finally sent over the edge. You’d experienced many orgasms over the years, some of them better than others, but in that moment only one thing rang true; all others paled in comparison. You were sure of it.
“Hear that?” He forced out a breathy laugh as he spoke to the camera. “She’s mine, all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…”
You were left reeling, your overly sensitive pussy gripped the base of his cock like a vice as he pounded away at your cervix, and the last few thrusts sent pain radiating through your abdomen until he finally held your pelvis flush against his.
Jotaro had always said he didn’t mind moments of silence, in fact, he preferred it, and in that moment, you finally understood why.
The faint chatter from the TV, the sound of each other’s heartbeats as the two of you caught your breath, the sound of the AC as it kicked on, it was more than enough. In that moment, he was more than enough. And a part of you hated yourself for being so blind to it for so long.
“Saved,” he muttered to himself as he tapped at the phone screen one last time, then tossed it on the cushion beside him.
“You should probably shower,” he said as he gave you a gentle nudge. “Don’t want to smell like me when your boyfriend gets home, right?”
" Oh..." you sighed, "right."
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