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NSFWish Jotaro Kujo : The Red Thread

An old one that's been sitting in my drafts for a while

Rolling over in bed, the Kujo woke up feeling hazy. He noticed a weight behind him, curled up right against his bare back. Attempting to go over the evening in his mind, all he remembered was going to some sort of works do. There was a lot of beer there, a free bar if he remembered, so he took advantage of it. After that, it was kinda fragmented. Sitting up, he doubled over with stomach cramp, head beating itself out of his skull. Kujo groaned, rubbing the bleary sleep out of his eyes and noticing he was missing his pants, but not only that, there were some choice marks all over his body. Smeared lipstick, bites and hickeys littered his groin and chest, further proving his theory he must have... Brought someone home.

Fuck sake. He was too old for this shit, had he really gotten that drunk? Cursing himself, he dug up some courage and gradually turned his head, leaning over a little to peer at the face beneath the mass of hair under his duvet. He obviously wasn't as stealthy as he would have liked, because the lump moved, moaning about her head in a voice he recognised.
Jotaro's face flushed white, his eyes turning into pinpricks as he considered this new information. Judging by the marks and bites all over your neck, the pair of you had definitely shared quite a night of passion.
"Oh God... This isn't my bed," you mumbled. "Fucking hell... What did I do?" Rubbing at your neck, it felt bruised and sore, bitten and gnashed all over.
Freezing in place, you swallowed audibly. Someone or something was staring at you. Glancing over your shoulder to meet your late-night lover in sobriety, your jaw dropped open as your eyes met, those bright spirited ones that left you ten years ago... Now encased in a bit of age and darkened from a hangover. Though delayed, you squealed and pulled the covers with you off the bed, accidentally revealing what short work you made of his lower half. You touched your lips with your fingertips, inspecting the colour of your lipstick and sighing in embarrassment. He couldn't help but chuckle as you hid your face in his covers, face reddening by the second as you scrambled to cover yourself.
The evening was coming back a little.
You'd been invited to the same function and was randomly reacquainted with your ex husband after all these years. Of course, your taken the absolute piss out of the free bar, and all you could piece together now was that one thing led to another and you ended up here, like this.
Humphing laughs, he even squinted his eyes as he giggled in that low husky tone when he found something genuinely funny.
"What are you laughing at?" you spat, glaring at him from the wall. Giving you a touch of side eye, a heavy blush invaded your face and you squeezed your legs together to avoid any obvious arousal. He found your sparky attitude towards him to be pretty cute, considering the situation you had found yourselves in. You had every right to be angry with him for leaving you with your daughter, to fight stand users, it wasn't the first time he had erred in judgement.
The reality was, you wanted things to go back to how they were, your grumpy husband unable to say "I love you," or be romantic, the father of your child who was never there but remembered her birthday and other dates, the protector of you and your family who even went to the lengths of trekking to Egypt just to save his own mother. "Well? Say something! What's funny?"
"I'm laughing because I made a huge mistake letting you go." Shutting your eyes, you thought of how to respond to his ridiculous bullshit.
"Oh, don't start this shit. You ran away. And you broke my heart too!"
"I did what I had to," he excused, watching as you walked around his bedroom with his duvet. "You can take it off y'know, Y/N. We're both adults. I've seen you naked anyway."
"Fuck no. You exhausted that privilege long ago. Where are my fucking shoes?"
"You haven't changed a bit then," he mocked via a mumble.
"Shut your mouth, asshole. Don't think just because we had a one night stand it means I like you. Leaving me. Leaving Jolyne... Jolyne. She's probably wondering where I am." Fumbling for your phone in your bag, you pulled out all sorts of stuff. Money, poker chips, cigarettes belonging to Jotaro, wrappers and receipts. Eventually, you found your phone at the bottom of it all. The wall of missed calls and text messages placed the same sort of fear a teenager gets when they miss a call from their parent. "Shit. Shit shit shit."
Dialling back without missing a beat, she picked up immediately. "Hey Baby, I'm- Yeah, I know I missed your call. I'm sorry Darling, did you get alright?" Rolling his eyes, he stood up, lighting a cigarette at the bedside whilst he looked for some pants. A pair of grey sweatpants found their way into his form, so his hands could be freed up to find your clothes. "I... Ended up going back to the office," you lied, knowing full well it probably wouldn't fly. "Listen Baby, my head is pounding. I'll see you soon, okay? Okay, I'll be back soon. Bye... Bye." Grumbling, you hung up and shot daggers at Jotaro. "I have NEVER lied to her. Look at what you've done-!"
"Relax. I'll take the blame," he said plainly, handing you some clothes.
Snatching them from him, he was left to chuckle as you scarpered into the bathroom to dress yourself.
"How bizarre," he mumbled, guessing the red thread hadn't snapped yet after all.