—.’ Oh ‘.—

I stuttered out.

"H-he's just a cosplayer... ya know."

She raised both her eyebrows and smiled. Jotaro glared at her from across the shop, she glared right back. I stared at the floor not sure what to do. Turning to Amy, I walked over to her and whispered in her ear.

"Play along you mop, I'll tell you later."

She pouted her lips and nodded, still staring into the giants' soul. She shrugged.

"Sure whatever."

She gave a bitchy smile at the ocean man and grabbed ahold of my arm, dragging me out of Gucci.

We made our way to a males clothing store, Jotaro following closely behind. I gave her a confused look before 'oh'-ing.

We glanced around for clothes that would look good on him, she picked out a white shirt with some lettering on it and black ripped jeans. Red converse to go with it, while I picked out a creamy white woollen pullover and tight dress pants.

Jotaro on the other hand with looking at a black high neck and white pants... that looks- oh.

Amy and I giggled, he did his 'yare yare' and covered his eyes with his hat.

"We're gonna have to get rid of his hat."

I nodded in agreement.

"Mine would look the best on him."

"Yeah, but yours is for winter and it's quite hot."

"It's not hot."

"It is."

"Is not."

"Yes."

"No."

"SHUT UP."

Our traps shut and we looked out at the 190cm teen standing over us, he grabbed the woollen pullover, the back ripped jeans and got rid of the white pants he was holding.

I watched him walk over to the men's change room, frowning a bit when a lady came up to him and started flirting.

'Heh, like he could understand her.'

He brushed her off and disappeared from my sight.

Amy smirked and pulled on my hair gently.

"God that was so awkward. You always go on about how you'd let him pipe you and now look at you, ya got to go get him."

I flushed and growled at her. I couldn't say anything because it was true, I was a thirsty thot for Jotaro and his rockin' bod.

Trying to change the topic I walk off and look for more outfits, for the godlike teen. Amy did the same.

He came out in the outfit, with a grumpy look on his face.

One word-

God.

Model.

Pure hot.

H o t.

That's more than one word but oh well, a can tell you now everyone in the store was looking a motherfucking Jotaro hot, ass, let me have your children, Kujo.

Amy was- where was Amy? Looking around for her. No luck, my phone bleeped and I took it out.

Nuggets

3:32

Sry, bro texted, I had to go... yo need 2 tell me what the fuck is going on, but later.

I quickly replied back and looked around, losing the only other member of my party left. Like Amy, he was nowhere to be seen.

I freaked the fuck out.

'Holy shit, I've lost a tree in a mall. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.'

I moved around the shops, hyperventilating about the anime character. Something about me is when im around people I know, I'm a lot more calmer than when I'm alone.

My heart beating slowed down when I saw a tall man with jet black hair, surrounded by girls. Not that much younger than you. He seemed to be having trouble with them being all over him. He was grumbling in Japanese with made the girl laugh and giggle like they're just been told a joke.

I sighed.

'The second time today, the poor man..'

Speed walking over to the group and smiling as politely as possible to the 'leader' over the pack.

Looking closer at her (and the way she hung off his arm.) A tad if jealously pinched me She was beautiful. A small nose, bright brown eyes with a set of thick eyelashes. Freckles and bubblegum pink lips, she wore makeup that accentuated her features.

Her hair with dyed black, light brown roots showing a little.it was tight back with a fringe. She wore a greyish green crop top with 50 different necklaces and chockers. Along with k-pop style sweat pants and black army boots. She was up to Jotaros chest.

"Um excuse me-"

"What do you want granny?"

Ouch. I'm not even old

I sigh rubbing the back of my head. Trying to think of an excuse.

"Um, your holding my boyfriend's arm and could you please...not?"

She giggled.

"If he was your boyfriend, then he wouldn't be with me."

"I mean you didn't give him much choice."

"Woman. Calm down"

Jotaro groaned, trying to wiggle away from her. He didn't use a lot of force, I guess trying to not hurt her, maybe he has a thing for younger girls?

"Don't tell me to calm down you overgrown man child."

He rolled his eyes, breaking free from her grip and walking away from the whole ground. I pouted and blinked a few times.

"I mean that's one way to do it..."

The girl huffed and walked off, mumbling something, her friends followed her. I wondered if they will tease her about it. Maybe.

Jogging slowly over to him and blowing a raspberry. Only now noticing a white plastic back full of clothes. He brought them.

On the way out we got KFC, waiting for the train to come, I slurped on my drink while he stared at the floor. Was he thinking about something, he stared, catching me looking at him.

I blushed at quickly focused on something other than his flaming hot Cheeto face.

He scoffed and awkwardly patted my shoulder.

"I had fun today..."

"Hey. The day isn't over yet, mister dolphin."

I smiled at him and he gave me an odd look.

Risotto was a busy man, he was the leader of la Squadra, after all. He sighed lightly as he side glanced at the towering pile of paperwork he still had to do. You, on the other hand, were never busy, hopping from job to job and 'freelancing' (Couch crashing but you liked to call it that.) at friends' houses, you didn't care what would happen tomorrow when it came to your work. Although you were super worried about Risotto's job and his health, you found it terrifying. Not the fact that he killed people, but the fact that he could get hurt or worse...

He always reassured you he was fine with that silky smooth voice of his, but you were still worried for him and wanted to spend every moment you weren't at work with him. Even if he was only doing minor missions, paperwork, planning with his team- You were always at his side, holding his hand tightly much to his annoyance and grumbling, and where were you right now?

You sat on his lap facing him, arms wrapped around his neck as your head rested on his chest. Your legs hooked over the arms of his black office chair, as his non-dominant hand was loosely wrapped around your waist- this position was very common for the two of you when he was doing his desk work. His massive size had no problem holding up your smaller one.

You gently snored as he grabbed papers filled them out, stamped them and put them in the finished pile for Melone or Prosciutto (most likely Prosciutto) to deal with. Then repeat. He was almost done when you stirred from your slumber, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. He continued with his labour. You frowned and pouted at how he wasn't giving you any attention.

Arching, to stretch your back, you felt his form tense up but relax when you let out a loud yawn. Slipping your left hand down from the back of his thick neck down to the exposed part of his pecks, pulling on the leather band and letting it snap back on his skin, he winced and scowled at your action. But in the end, continued on with his work.

You let out a giggle and buried your face in his chest, your left hand moving down lower. His abdomen tensed up and he halted in his work. He knew exactly what you were doing, with parted lips he let out a low deep chuckle, sending shivers run up your spine.

"What are you doing Cara?" He hummed, rubbing tiny circles with the tips of his fingers on the small of your back. it was calming.

His large hand that was happily on your waist travelled down. Till it gripped firmly on the fat of your ass, you let out a quiet gasp; he let out a rumbling chuckle. Your hand rested just above his belt buckle, playing with it. He squeezed your butt again after bringing his other hand down there. He held onto you while he regained his full size. Hearing his back crack and pop, him letting out a sigh of relief. Dropping you on his desk, a fluttering sound of paper flying softly in different directions.

His bugle was quite evident now as you stared up at him, he had a slight smirk on his face. Leaning down so that his lips were inches away from yours, you parted your lips and your hot breath fanned his face. He let out a low hum.

Then your lips connected, he was fast and rough but the kiss was full of love and passion like it always was. He pressed your body flush up against his desk, as the two of you feverishly made out.

Running your hands up and down his incredibly large and muscular back as it tensed and twitched slightly, his jacket long gone. He ground his boner into your thigh. You gasped loudly when one of his cold hands slid under your white button shirt-which was actually his- He took that chance to side his large tongue into your mouth.

Moaning as his hand glided up further to find that you weren't wearing a bra, he pulled away and raised an eyebrow. You opened your mouth to say something but he quickly interrupts that thought by pulling the shirt apart, buttons popping and flying off as he did so.

You whined at the feeling the cold hit the most sensitive parts of your chest.

Staring up at him with glossy eyes, he dipped his head down and kissed the top of your breast mumbling something incoherent. He glides his fingertips over your nipples making you bite your lower lip. Your nipples swelled and hardened as he pinched them, rolling them between his thumb and fingers. He smirked at how you whimpered and moaned from his touch. Rough or not.

The hot, needy heat between your thighs made your mind hazy with lust, his fingers raked down your belly to your black panties. Normally when you spent time with Risotto in this way, you only wore a shirt -again normally his- and panties.

The first time you had sex with Risotto. He was awkward and wondered why you weren't embarrassed after. Walking around the base with him and his team, as you were half-naked. Hair messy from the activities before.

Your cunt was now sopping, a prominent dark spot on the dark underwear. You brought a hand up, covering your hot face, you were so ashamed that your body became this way when he had barely touched you. A slut for him.

Pride swelled up in his chest, only he could make you feel this good, only he could please you in the lewdest and best way possible. Only his mouth, fingers and fat cock could make you scream his name as you orgasm over and over. His long fingers dipped under the fabric and brushed against your clit. You shuddered for the cold and bit into your palm.

Your panties were quickly thrown away after that, his face buried between your legs. Every time he went down on you, he got better, learning every perfect little spot to make you moan just a bit louder. Not that he didn’t have godly skills when he first went down on you.

His hot mouth sucked on your swollen and already sensitive clit, as 3 of his large and thick digits stretched your pussy out oh so perfectly. You mewled and bucked your hips up against his face, from the friction on your clit. Covering his lips and chin is your juices he loves. He hummed making you whine aloud, you were sure the rest of the La Squadra could hear you from the lounge room, but you didn't think about it for long, your IQ dropping the hornier you got. Plus your sure they're used to it now.

A jumbled string of moans came out as that tight knot inside of you, tightened.

Your toes curled and flexed as you let out a soft groan, your vision blurred as climaxed, the burning sensation running through your body like waves on a full moon. Your world went white as he continued his ministrations riding out your wonderful climax, overstimulating your pussy to almost soreness. He didn't let up, your moans and sobs music to his ears, as he proceeded to eat you out.

Keening and pulling on his hair harshly- his hat long ago abandoned. He let out another hum, making your hips shudder and try to move away from his ruthless mouth.

Heading towards the mouth-watering smell, which was in the small black with tabletops- Kitchen. I almost choked, completely forgetting how to breathe. Eyes wide with the scene before me.

Ink hair brushed back loosely, sea whirlpools for eyes staring down at the pan with cooking bacon in it; a muscled chest showing through his classic purple tank top (which I had no idea where he got it, I pretty sure it's in the wash) and bright pink apron he was currently wearing. The sculpted arms of a greek god all wrapped up in bandages, just out there, for me to drink in the sight. He was still in his very dark blue underwear, the bu-

'What am I thinking! You thirsty bitch!'

I mentally slapped myself and yawned again, moving my hand up to cover the gaping mouth, which didn't make it in time. He stared out of the corner of his vision.

I got to work; getting out the plates, forks, and knives- getting out a second pan and cracking 4 eggs into it, they sizzled loudly. I stared down at them with half-lidded eyes- though my body still looked asleep- my mind was going a mile a minute. How close was I to him? He swayed gently and brushed your should against his upper arm. I took every cell in my body not to jump to space. I flinched slightly but he seemed not to notice, we didn't speak a word but it wasn't awkward, it was oddly calming. Once the eggs and bacon were cooking to perfection, he poured the bacon onto the plate and you did the same with the eggs.

Eating in silence, was a little more awkward than cooking. I had tried to start up a conversation, but he only answered in short-one-worded statements. There was still some plain residing on his face, I couldn't blame him. I offered some more plain killer and he grimly hummed taking them. Maybe that was his way of saying thank you?

"Oi, woman."

"My name is (y/n)."

"Whatever.... take me out-"

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He glared back at me, his beautiful lips drawn into a tight line. I Simply nodded and packed the dishes into the washing machine, him staring intensely at something around me.

I gave back his dry clothes which he seems pleased about, the frown on his face decreased just a tiny bit. Getting dressed me into a  dark red- almost maroon- high neck shirt with a white oversized -to the max- band shirt both tucked into a short red plaid skirt, thick black tights and red (fake) converse. My hair was normally how it is.

Jotaro eyed my outfit before 'tsk' ing and tipping his hat down. We headed out taking the train to the marketplace -or mall-.

The train was unusually crowded, many teens, kids, families, businessman and women all. In. A. Small. Space. I grumbled slightly as I stumbled when some persons back knocked into mine. Jotaro- who was currently in front of me. God bless. Saved my ass, letting me face plant right into his firm chest. My face turned red and quickly pushed away from him. He stared down at my form with his usual face. Hearing our stop, I tried my hardness to push past people, not knowing that the mab behind me had all eyes on him. Finally getting off the train that came from hell. The two of us did a short walk to the big cream and white coloured building covered in glass windows.

The  Carpark was almost full of cars, many slowly driving around looking for a free spot. I walked in the large glass door, feeling the cold air-con blowing the hair out of my face. Jotaro followed closely behind, gaining a lot of affection from both males and females.  I heard him grumble and frowned. A basic bitch soon came up to us- well him, her bleached hair gently swaying as she walked up to him. She was wearing a red corseted type of top -to show off her boobs-, skinny black jeans and white vans. Something tightened in my chest and she tried to sweet-talk the 190cm male.

"Hey~ Are you free this week~?"

She said, sickly sweet. Just then something clicked in your brain when Jotaro gave the woman an odd look, I giggled and looked up at him. deciding to be a good citizen. I looked at the female and smiled as kindly as I could before looking at Jotaro, pressing a finger to my lips.

"She asked if you were free this week."

Speaking in a different language made her look back at her two friends. She was confused. He frowned and looked down at me, grumbling something that I couldn't understand before glaring down at the girl and I swear I could see the 'menacing' characters.

"No. Shut up bitch, you're annoying."

He spat down her before turning and walking off. I was kinda not even surprised at his action, as to the lady she just stared at him blankly before squealing, before giving me a half-assed glare. She skipped away back to her friends.

I quickly walked back to the jet black-haired man who was staring at a dolphin print sweater, in the shop window of... Gucci. My sweat dropped when he asked to check out the store. I couldn't even buy a shoelace in that store let alone a Japanese style sweater. Neither the less, the two of us made our way into the store.

At one point in time everyone in the store looking at Jotaro, he didn't take notice as he stared at the piece of clothing. I blushed slightly at the attention I was getting as well.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here, you broke ass?"

I froze at the words but laugh lightly at the owner of the voice, turning around to spot a light brown-haired girl in an oversized sweater and sweat pants standing at the entry of the store. Amy smirked at me- showing off her multi-coloured braces, I smiled back at her. seeing her face drop, I raised an eyebrow.

Your gonna have to ask him out.

Honestly would say no even if he liked you.

He’s gonna worry about it all day and all night even if you take it well. He thinks he messed up big time.

Don't worry though, because at 2 in the morning he will text you because he couldn’t sleep over this.

‘Can we hang out?’

That message is then followed up by messages saying you don’t have to and probably hate him.

Of course, you would say yes.

Side note: also say that you don’t hate him, it will make him go warm and fuzzy.

The next day you emit that you knew he liked you because of Miro and his big mouth.

Tamaki almost dies and be-lines straight for the class wall.

Please go calm him down with soft words and sweet praises.

Tamaki doesn’t talk to Miro for a whole day. He's kinda mad but gets over it fast.

When you guys finally go on a date, Tamaki’s gonna be a complete mess.

This is the first time he’s done this, so you gotta be calm and chill with him. Be patient.

Don’t go somewhere too crowded, a big no-no.

Zoos or aquariums are the only exceptions.

Parks and small cafes are good. maybe a Neko cafe?

Honestly his just happy to be around you.

His perfect date in his mind would be either staying at home with you and cooking different foods or volunteering at a cat/animal shelter.

He tries not to make it known that he’s staring at you the whole time, he just thinks your so amazing and beautiful he can't get over it that you would date him or even like him.

His ears, cheeks and neck are red the whole date.

Hold. his. hand. Anything more than that I think he would explode.

You have to take things very slowly with him, he doubts himself and that he’ll be a good boy. So you're gonna have to support him and reassure him that he’s doing great.

Would think that you’ll break up with him because he needs to get used to everything and is too shy.

Please squash those thoughts with your foot.

It would take forever to get him to kiss you but it was worth the wait.

It’s short and hot. A quick peck, but after that, your gonna have to lead. He's too far gone from embarrassment after that.

He was basically saying that it’s okay to kiss him.

Oh boy, once he gets used to kissing you, your in from one hell of a ride.

Will kiss you anywhere as long as nobody's looking. School, hero training, the train, when you say good morning and goodnight. Some late nights he knocks on your dorm room just to kiss you and go back to bed. It’s his way of saying I love you without stumbling over his words.

He loves it. Your soft lips on his.

When you add tongue his gonna practically melt. New favourite feeling.

He’s high around you. When your alone and given the green light, his mouth is gonna be on yours. Hot and wet, completely out of time and so really pace. Raw enthusiasm and passion.

Cuddles are a must. Only if you're the big spoon though, I think he couldn’t handle being the big spoon. Too worried about his 'friend' acting up. He's very nervous about cuddles in public though so hold your hand is enough for him.

Rainy days, cute cafe dates. movie marathons, watching the stars, giggling to him on the train, ranting to him in his dorm, training with him. he considers all of his time spent with you as a blessing and a date.

Sticks close to you inside and out of school, you've grown to be close to him in his everyday routine and feels weird when you aren't around him.

Always compliments you on your hero work. if you work with him and fat gum, he's nervous around you and fat gum as the pro hero teases you two. In a dad kinda way.

Goes red when you talk about his quirk with those shining eyes of yours.

If you just as shy or nervous as him, he'll be really supportive and make sure he does everything in his power to make you feel better.

The same thing happens when you had a shit day or you just not feeling the best.

Very kind and supportive.

Oh god, give this boy a hug.

PDA is something he will not show, but behind closed doors, he’s like a needy puppy.

Love h i m.

Little spoon.

If you are an affectionate person, he’ll act all sour puss, but that’s all it is. An act. Man loves that shit.

Lazying around all day while his face is on your butt or boobs. Favourite thing to do in the world.

All dates are dined and dashed, even if you secretly pay for it. No other option for him.

Gives you gifts that are 99.9% stolen.

Never forgets dates. First kiss, birthday, the day you asked him out, valentines day.

Oh yeah, you have to ask him out, because he doesn’t know how to.

If he did try it would go down like this.

“Marry me.”

Lowkey cute, okay high key cute.

Fights anyone to show off to you.

Sitting on people’s roofs as you watch the sunset in each other’s arms.

Until the owner of the house tells you, kids, to get the fuck off his/her roof.

If you are the same age (still going to school) he will randomly appear at the window.

Asks you to skip school in front of the teacher.

"Let’s go get food. Your school is so bat shit boring.”

Don’t bother answering, because if you say no he’ll pick you up and run away.

Buys you smoothies.

Homes dates: feed him, hug him, make out while watching a shitty rom-com movie.

He lowkey loves rom-com's but will NEVER admit it.

Loves to watch scary movies with you.

He may have or may have not gets a little scared.

Has watched the titanic and cried. Don’t you dare let it go! Ever.

He gets pretty nervous about kissing you.

He fucking panics.

Squish his face and roughly kiss him.

He watches a lot of romance movies and picks up what to do- treats them like romance documentaries.

You're probably going to be his first relationship.

He won’t let you know that.

Total hugger, I’m going to tell you this every chance I get

“I’ll get stronger for you.”

Loves junk food and will steal it from your home.

If he can’t sleep he’ll make his way over to your home and watch you sleep. Liking to see you peaceful and calm.

If you catch him, he turns a shade of red and makes up an excuse that he wants to protect you.

Tell him, that he can wake you up.

Does wake you up but only 20% of the time.

Late at night, he cries in your arms.

Never talks about it again.

Kiss every part of his face when he's feeling sad. Because he does the same for you.

Showers you with compliments. No, it’s more like a waterfall.

Prepare yourself.

He loves you so much he could never see you do any wrong.

Shower him with compliments.

Acts tough around other people with you.

If you kiss him in public he’ll look like a kid thy just got kissed by his mom in front of his friends.

Secretly loves it. Shows who you belong to. Who he belongs to.

You get high off each other and act like fools.

Please do dumb shit with him.

Do teenage stuff too! He’s never had friends to do that with.

He can’t spell and his handwriting sucks. Just thought I’d let you know.

He’s gonna practically live at your house and it’s more worrisome if he’s not there.

If you live with your parents, he’s totally a gentleman around then. It’s so odd.

Has wooed them over. So he can live there.

He’s messy. Will blame it on your pet if you have one.

Leaves you cute little notes, you can’t read them but they're cute no less. (He’s scribbled hearts on the note as well.)

Both of you are crackheads.

Would totally steal anything for you. Just tell him and it’s done.

Kinda scary how fast he does it too.

Do parkour with him. Favourite shit

Even if you can’t do it, he’ll teach you.

Play hide and seek with him. He'll give you 30 mins to hide in the city, but proceeds to find you in 10 mins.

Go to playgrounds with him. Will show of to the kids there.

Btw he loves kids. L o v e s them.

But not as much as he loves you.

His laugh makes you laugh. The same goes for him.

Tickle him.

When feral calm him down with big fat smoochies.

His hand gets really sweetly when holding yours.

He’s really nervous on the inside so take your time with him.

Comes to need your attention and affection. Literally his drug.

He craves touch from his younger years so you're exactly what the doctor ordered.

Has the cutest nose crinkle.

Pouts when wanting your love.

You two probably gonna be all lovey even before you officially get together.

This boy would never cheat so you better not.

He’s so loyal god damn.

Would go to the ends of the earth to get a kiss from you.

Shit talks about heroes with you.

He’s really good at maths

Like insanely good

Same with computer games. mans a sweat without being a sweat. (loves bedwars and likes like a manic when he gets a kill in anything.)

He never loses but always says you carry him when you play together.

Can’t cook for shit, will try but it either ends up brunt, inflames or inedible.

Cuddles you when you cook. If you can cook. If you cant or are as hopeless as him, expect a lot of takeaways (some stolen).

• Oh, he's so sweet during sex. It's something that he really enjoys, though he's not very good at it, he wants to get better!

He sees it as an extension of his love for you and wants to show it in any way possible.

• He doesn't mean to, but he kinda rushes into it, he just can't hold it back and wants to show all his love for you!

• Love's going down on you, could spend hours between your legs. Though it takes him some time to get you to cum- the more he does it the better he gets-. He takes a bit of convincing to let you blow him, it's not that he doesn't want it, because he really does! It's just that he gets so embarrassed when you stare at him with half-lidded eyes, sucking on him with swollen lips. He doesn't last long.

• He learns fast, what you like and what you don't. He never wants to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.

• He gets turned on from just kisses.

• Really sensitive around his ears, neck, thighs and his lower back. light touches around there could make him cum, kisses around there make him moan uncontrollably.

• Please dominate this boy. He's more of a Sub than a Dom, but sometimes he likes to mix it up at once in a while or if you ask him to be.

• Aquarius is his favourite position.

• He likes light bondage on himself, tight but not too tight. He likes it when it leaves light marks, he would never tell anyone though.

• He always wears a condom, he's still a high school student and would want to put you through all the whole teen pregnancy thing.

• He does have a daddy kink though, which is completely unexplored, it's just the idea of you having his children excites him- not in a sexual way. Or even if you two adopt.

• He's pretty big down there, 6.5 inches when erect and very thick, he might not be the 'longest' but he'll stretch you out. Grow-er, not a show-er, it's curved up and slightly to the right. It's got a few veins too. He tried his best to keep it clean down there but hates the itchy feeling after shaving. So it's pretty messy down there. As for you, he couldn't care, he loves you the way you are and wouldn't change a thing about you.

• He gets all cuddly and clingy after sex. he needs a lot of aftercare. he makes sure you're treated like a prince/ess after.

This man has a super high sex drive but doesn't like to act on it or think about it, so you have to be like "Hey, let's fuck." Or something along those lines. There are signs that he wants to touch you/be touched. He starts to get touchy, like his hand on your thigh, under the table. His hand on your lower back so on and so on.

At home or with close family or/and friends. He'll pick you up and place you in his lap, earning some snickering, he'll grumble and make up some excuse.

•They don't feel or see the massive boner that's grinding against your butt.

Isn't big on foreplay, but if you're smaller than him he understands the work that's needed to be put in.

Kinda has a thing for women/men that are on the taller side.

Is big on choking you when he fucks you mating press style if he isn't just pounding you into the mattress.

He doesn't have any kinks or fetishes but he wants to try everything at least once unless he finds it completely disgusting.

Also has a thing for thighs, soft thighs are his weakness. He likes thick thighs, although most thighs are nice to him. He just could play and squeeze them all day.

Wouldn't be opposed to a thigh job.

It doesn't moan, but there are some grunts, hissing and dirty talk telling how good you feel and who you belong to.

"Fuck, your so tight."

He loves hearing every little thing that comes out of your mouth while under him and when you're not being as loud as he wants you to be he'll take it upon himself to get it out of you.

WILL NOT COME IN YOU. No matter what, he will wear a condom. Always. No teen pregnancies (if you can get pregnant) here. Nope. Not even if you're a guy.

He loves to come on your face with your mouth open and your tongue stuck out, it turns him on to no end. He just likes the look of your face with his cum all over it.

If you don't like cum on your face, he also likes coming on your breasts, thighs and lower back.

Jotaro is a big boy, around 7.6 inches with quite a bit of grith, it curves upwards just a little, he is uncircumcised. He's quite hairy down there but not really, he likes to keep it clean and neat but not a clean shave. when it comes to you he would prefer you not to be completely shaven but neat and clean, something about completely shaven reminds him of pubescent girls and it kinda turns him off, but it's really up to you. In end, it's not up to him what you do with yourself.

He doesn't like doing it in risky places so definitely no 'quickies'. He likes to make you cum more than once and want you to be as loud as you want, but if you ask him to (more like beg) and he will comply... reluctantly.

Kinda weird, but will only do it when Holly's around but out of earshot. Maybe if something goes wrong the two of you can get help from his mother??? Or something like that. He really is a mamas boy.

Loves oral, receiving and giving it. Some about when you gag on his cock makes him feel proud. He's very good with his fingers and his mouth, FuCk when he goes down on you he will make you orgasm more than enough and probably over sim you.

He can go for a long time and multiple rounds.

He loves groping your chest if you ride him, which is not that often. He is also very good at the arts of groping.

You'll be riding him while wearing his hat.

When he FINALLY cums; he gets sloppy and rough, his face, nose and ears flush, sometimes he lets out words in a softish growl. "Damn, I fuckin' love you."

He cleans you up in the shower while having a steamy making out session or another round.

He will let you cuddle with him, only after you begging him for it (even though he really wants it too).

"You look so cute right now."

You stared up at him with heavy eyes, his body heaved and twitched at every one of your soft touches.

Narancia, had a big bark when it came to this type of stuff when happened he had no bite at all. You didn't even know how both of you got into this situation. But you could say the way looked at you was addicting, his face flushed red as lips parted and as he stared down at you with those beautiful exotic purple eyes with tears in the corners of them.

He had become undone by you.

Narancia often flirted with you, only because you flirted back. His childish nature didn't bug you in the slightest, it only made you more curious about how he acted in different situations.

You found it cute when he would act suborn or pout. Narancia made you feel so warm and bubbly, but he also made you feel like a horny pervert, Narancia could make you feel hot and needy at small actions.

Of course, he didn't mean them- like the one time he pressed up against you and you could feel every part of his body, or that one time he was glaring because you eat his piece of cake but it looked more cute than anything else.

There were so many things where he acted so lewd and cute, you may as well test out one of your lustful ideas.

It was the gangs' day off, perfect. Walking down the halls to the cinnamon roll's room. Knocking lightly on his door, you heard a few thumps and then he opened the door quick, brightly looking up at you with a big smile. You smiled back and greeted him, he let you in.

Your fingers lanced with his as you read, while he did some of his 'homework' Fugo asked him to do. Once he was done he left your side, he didn't like being away for you so he quickly came back. You closed your book and raised an eyebrow at him blushing madly, as he stared down at his bedsheets.

"What is it?"

"N-Nothing."

You frowned at him, moving your face closer to his. Perfect. His widened at the proximity. He looked up and you swiftly closed the gap between the two of you.

His lips were just as soft as you thought they would be, he kissed back; it was a little bad, probably being his first time. You smirked and pocked your tongue out promptly running against his bottom lip, his let out a soft whimper and opened to let you in.

You thought he would fight back and give you a challenge, but he let you explore his mouth; pressing your tongue against his and let out a moan.

How cute.

You pulled away and looked him right in the eyes. He gawked up at you and bit his lip, successfully sending you wild. You crashed your lips back onto his, running you hand up, under his black shirt, feeling his muscle's.

He squeezed his eyes shut, moaning into the steamy kiss.

After you discarded his top you kissed down his neck, making sure to cause a lot of red and purple marks on the way.

He whined at your touched and griped on the sheets below him. He never felt anything like this, he was lost in a sea of pleasure- that you caused him to be in.

You bit kissed, sucked, attacked his collarbones and chest, loving every single one of the noises that he made. Kissing down the chest to his lower torso and then to the waistband of his pants and waffle skirt.

He covers his face with his hands and you chuckled, he looked at you as you kissed him again, he closed his eyes almost instantly, you gently got rid of his skirt and began to undo the zipper of his pants, his hands covered it and looked you dead in the eyes.

"are you sure you w-want to do this with m-me-"

His voice cracked as he looked away from you.

"- you could have anyone you want so-"

You kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear.

"If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't be doing this~"

that sent a shiver down the black-haired teen. He blushed furiously and whimpered, trying to act coy.

"you know... y-you don't have to...um...stop"

you stared at him and blushed a little, moving back down to his pants.

Now coming face to face with his clothed boner, you giggled at how excited he had got and kissed it, he tensed up and panted heavily. Unzipping him with your mouth and quickly unbuttoning him, you tugged his pants down to his knees.

Sitting up on the bed, that confused him until you asked him you sit at the edge of the bed, he complied; shimmying of his pants.

You sat on your knees and looked up at him half-lidded eyes, moving your hand up and down his thighs lightly pressing your fingertips harshly into the soft skin as you got closer to his boxers.

He thickly gulped and watched you. Running your hand up to the elastic of his orange-coloured boxers and pulling them down as slowly as you could. You were kinda getting a little frustrated at how slow you were going, but you mildly wanted to tease him.

Once his underwear was off, his cock stood tall and proud, it was a bit longer than average and had quite a bit of girth. He intently stared at your face as you looked at his dick. Narancia soon worried that his dick was weird and went to cover it up.

You licked your lips to wet them as you kissed his tip, he spluttered on his words as you licked him from his base to his tip. Taking his tip into your mouth, you pressed you tongue flat against his slit and his hunched over his and moaned loudly, you sucked making a little bit of noise as Narancia moaned his hand hovering over your head, he didn't know if it was okay to grab your hair, you looked up at him and nods.

Slipping his hand through your hair as he closed his eyes, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, you were currently deep throating him, drool dripping down your chin as you roughly pushed him deeper in your mouth, he groaned every time you did that, pushing you to get more gorgeous noises out of him. Swirling your tongue around as you pulled away, let his cock go with a loud pop, he hissed in response, looking down at you as his chest heaved.

"why d-did you s-stop?"

He almost whined, giving you a pained expression, that hit your heartstrings and your mouth was back on his dick sucking him off.

He was close, as he twitched in your mouth, opened his eyes wide. The waves of pleasure crashed down on him as you were slurping up his dick like your favourite ice cream, he moaned louder; gripping onto your hair tightly pushing you so that your nose was buried in his pubic hair.

His hips and thighs shook as you bobbed your head up and down as fast as you could, you felt his white ropes in your mouth as you close your eyes, slowly swallowing what he gave you, he screamed your name when you came, so you're pretty sure someone heard.

He let go of your hair as you pulled away. You smiled up at the tomato that was once Narancia. He gripped your face and kissed you.

"That was amazing!"

"Thank you."

His name repeated in my mind as I stumbled back into the bathroom, blank-faced. He sat on the rim of the bath, hunched over. What seemed to be bullet wounds covered his torso; they might have looked like bullet wounds but I knew they probably were from a 『S T A N D』 fight.

I sat down next to him on his left side, where the biggest hole was, right on his chest. Looking closely at it, it was perfectly circular, a few centimetres deep; a clean cut. There's was quite a bit of blood, but it seemed to have stopped.

He glared at me, his hat long gone in the laundry where all his other clothing was, except his trunks. Straightening his back, so I could treat the bloody wound.

First- I washed around the wound with warm water careful not to hurt the vinegar man. He hisses and sucked in air when I poured alcohol on it. Thank god the wound wasn't big enough for stitches and it didn't seem deep. I then put the soft dressing on it. I continued to do that for all his wounds. While doing it my eyes wandered over his body, broad muscular shoulders, a very toned torso. Muscly arms. He looked over his shoulder when I stopped treating one on his back. I flushed at the fact he knew I was looking and quickly got back to work.

Sighing I stood up, rolling my shoulders. Jotaro had way more wounds on his body than I thought. His nose had a cut on it and after some restraints; he let me touch his face to patch it up as well. Now he looked kinda aesthetically pleasing with pastel band-aids on the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. There was a cute of his right eyebrow. will it scar?

" あなたは誰？(Anatahadre?)"

He growled behind me, oh yeah that's right there's a language barrier. He probably doesn't know what I'm saying, but in part 3 he does talk a little bit of English. Plus I know a little, just don't panic. Alright!

I turned around and racked my brain for the translation of what he said.

"Who the fuck are you bitch?"

He growled once more. He was getting pissed off when I didn't answer.

"I'm (Y/n)."

I answered back with a slight edge in my voice. I frowned up at him. I didn't know when he got so close but we both were in each other's personal spaces. Glancing sideways so I didn't have to stare at his face. He grumbled some Japanese that I didn't understand and moved back, grasping his at and planting it on his head. I got up and left to get him something to wear.

Kujo stared the girl that walked out on him, multiple thoughts ran through his head. how did he end up here? was she a stand user? why was she nice to him? Leaning back a little he focused on his hands that were covered in bruises and scrapes. At some point, Star Platinum came out and gently rubbed Jotaro's hands in his purple hands. It was almost calming until he heard the soft thud on clothes falling on the floor, it was so quiet he almost couldn't hear them.

Right now I was staring at a semi-naked man and an also hot looking purple man hovering over him.

Star Fucking Platinum.

I could see him, Jotaro, on the other hand, wasn't so pleased to know the girl who'd brought him in her home could see his 『S T A N D』. He frowned heavily and was ready to fight, but my 『S T A N D』never came,  I just stared at Star and he stared back. I quickly looked back down at the tall man who still was putting on a hard face. Oh, He wants me to explain. What that his in a different world and here his a fucking anime/manga character.

And, that's what I did.

Well, his first reaction was so be expected, but he took it surprisingly well. He let listened to everything I had to say, nodding every once in a while. After a long 2 hour of talking, I yawned and stretched on the couch. The two of you moved after he complained rudely but softly about the bathroom, being too small or some shit like that. He had placed himself on the large red bean bag across from me, I didn't really think that he would do that but oh well.

I yawned again and he groaned

"if you're so sleepy then go to sleep you, damn idiot."

I pouted and got up, walking slowly and sluggishly to the cupboard that was in the hallway. Opening up the painted door I dug out lots of blankets and pillows before heading back to him, he lay across you small couch; his feet hanging off the end. He still was shirtless, as he refused to wear something of yours. His arms were lightly folded over his chest and his hat was covering his handsome face.  I sighed lightly, taking extra precautions to not wake him up. I gently lifted up his head, placing a pillow under it and wrapping many blankets around him and his long ass legs that hung over the stupid small furniture. I walked out and turned off the light, slinking away into my own room. the sleeping smirked a little.

After getting undressed and dressed into pj's, which was an energy-draining job. I slipped happily into my bed, feeling something warm and fluffy press against my tummy, I giggled; lifting up the colours to see a fat fluffy white cat. He purred and smiled lovingly at me, I returned it. dropping the cover and turning over my lamp. shifting until I was comfortable, I closed my eyes and stabilized my breathing.

Sleep came easily.