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NSFWish Jotaro Kujo : That one time Jotaro pulled Steely Dan's hair

Mate there was soooo much for this. There were about 6 pages and then it got crunched up somewhere in Google Docs. Enjoy this though.

Also, sorry about the lack of updates, I've been super busy with uni atm and it's taking up so much time! I took a day off today which gave me the time to write this.

So that's why it's a bit OOC.

The picture is mine

Returning to the hotel, you found Jotaro sat on the double bed, reading something. You couldn't help but flush a little when his crystal eyes glared at you whilst you entered.
"Hi, JoJo. You should have come, it was fun." There was no answer. His trademark scowl plastered on his face, the Japanese boy continued to peruse his travel magazine. Tapping his read with your fingers, if he hadn't have liked you they probably would have ended up broken. "Hello? Do I exist?"
"Quit it, Y/N. I'm trying to read."
"I'm tired of you ignoring me. I thought we were 'well acquainted', as you put it."
"Yare yare daze, you're so fucking annoying. Don't you ever stop bitching and moaning?"
"'Don't you ever stop bitching and moaning?'" He raised his eyebrows at your mocking, retreating back to his magazine. Crystal eyes peered over the top of it when you began speaking again. "Don't you ever stop being a cunt? You don't even appear to be enjoying anything, cooped up in this room reading your stupid book!"
"This isn't a holiday, Y/N."
"Whatever, I'm taking a shower."

He scoffed as you slammed the bathroom door, not in the least bit shocked at your little girly rage. Standing up, he searched his pockets for fags, averting his eyes as you searched for a towel. A grumble left your mouth when you realised there were none in the wardrobe. You were just about to stomp off to reception when a familiar voice spoke from behind you.
"Here's one. You can use mine," Jotaro allowed you to snatch it from him, gripping your hair in his other hand. "But you won't need it." A pained moan ripped your throat when he pulled it back forcefully, your nails digging into his fingers, hurting but worth it. Your squeals were muffled speedily when he pushed you into the mattress, one knee on the duvet and the other leg stood on the ground behind you. His breath could be felt on your ear, hot mist stinging it whilst you scrambled to scratch and grab him where he was bent over you.
"Jotaro, what the fuck are you playing at?! They'll hear us!"
"Exactly, so be quiet if you know what's good for you." His knee between your legs was pushing up downstairs, starting the tingling off. You yelped as his free hand dove under your t shirt, smoothing over your hips and back with a slight roughness.
"And what will you do if I scream?"
"Whine, whine, whine. At least complain about something interesting." Wrapping his fingers around the band of your trousers, they were yanked down along with your panties, leaving your bare arse to adjust to the air. The clap that surfaced echoed loudly, your skin prickling from his sharp spank. Choking out a noise, it fucking hurt. "What was that?" Yelping a second time as he slapped harder, the pain intensified when he grabbed a fistful of flesh, jiggling it a little to watch how it moved. The other cheek was revealed, soon doused in a red blush from his hand. Before long, your legs were trembling, bent over the double bed and secured in place by your hair.

Suddenly, his hat bounced on the duvet, his ebony locks slicking back when his fingers ran through them. You were rotated roughly in one swift movement, the broad man forcing his mouth onto yours. Lips struck all over your mouth, the inexperienced, teenage boy often missing the mark. It was a cute thing about him. Your scalp was pained, his grip in your hair still tight, despite his deepening, lustrous kisses driving you wild with desire. Realisation hit that Jotaro was still fully dressed, even in his uniform. You slid your palms up his arms, the wool scratching beneath your nails. Dragging it down his tense muscles, he helped shrug it off, serious look still attached to his face. You were just getting into the swing of things when the bastard withdrew, cigarette in his hand.

"Anyway, quit moaning. It's fucking annoying. The towel's on the bed, I'm off for a smoke."

He did enjoy some things, teasing you must have been one of them. It was in the slight smile on the face.

EDIT: I'm sorry about the amount of mistakes in this I thought I changed them!