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Enjoy these sweet and yummy oneshots involving your favorite JJBA characters (mainly from part 5) to help sweeten your life. This collection will feature occasio...
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Spring cleaning was one of your least favorite things to do during the evening. But a clean home is a happy home.
By now, you have already finished cleaning up every room except one, the master bedroom.
After vacuuming the floor, you decided to straighten up the closet. Upon opening the closet door, you were met with a clutter of clothes, shoes, and boxes, all belonging to you and your husband for 4 years, Jotaro.
Though the two of you have known each other for years, since your second year at high school, you two did not officially become friends until your third year. In fact, you only started dating near graduation, but the both of you kept it rather lowkey during your school days.
You were quite surprised when Jotaro agreed to date you, rather than turn you down like all the other girls who would flock over him like a bunch of squealing pigs.
Probably, cause you weren't as clingy or loud like other girls. Mainly, because you were sort of afraid of him.
He was big, intimidating, and rude. The typical tough-guy delinquent and you were....well you. Of course, you weren't afraid to beat the shit out of anyone who talked shit about you. It was something that Jotaro himself often found..sort of hot.
Especially after you gave a few of his fan-girls some broken noses whenever they got up and close to your face.
After you finished straightening out several of you and Jotaro's clothes, you began rearranging the boxes. The only box left was full of things from when you were still in high school.
Upon emptying the box, you place your old notebooks decorated with kawaii glitter stickers and yearbook within the cabinet with the other books, as well as the old polaroid photos that his mother, Holly took of you and Jotaro.
It was indeed your favorite box, filled with so many hidden memories that you nearly forgotten about. You just hope lover would some day indulge in some of the things you are looking through.
At the bottom of the box laid something you entirely did not notice you still had!
Your old high school uniform.
The mauve pleated skirt looked hardly your size, and the matching sailor shirt quite small as well.
"I forgot I kept this," You say examining the outfit, "Hmm, I wonder if it still fits?"
What harm was there in trying it on? With Jotaro still at work, you had time to simply pull it on, check yourself out, and put it away.
You pulled off your clothes, as you started by putting on the shirt first, not even bothering to find a bra since you were only trying it on.
Though the fit is tight, squeezing your chest and arms, but you manage to actually pull it over your torso with minor straining.
"How was I able to fit in this...?" You asked yourself.
Although it had a snug fit, it definitely fits you a lot nicer than it did years ago.
It reminds you of your daily routine back in school, like waiting for Jotaro on the steps of his home to walk to school together. You would always bring him a warm cup of coffee along with a sausage and egg biscuit, and sometimes even a freshly steamed pork bun (Nikuman).
Especially, his favorite...
Homemade taiyaki.
The sweet memories of winter mornings where you would press up against him to keep warm.
The memory makes you smile as you shimmy into the skirt next, the stubborn fabric fighting against your slightly widened hips and curves.
You are completely unaware of the sound of the front door opening as you manage to get the skirt up, sucking in a sharp breath to hold your stomach in and zip up the side.
The poor skirt barely fits you. It is tight around your waist and made no effort to cover your thighs, and if you were to bend over, your underwear covering your ass would be exposed.
Turning to glance in the mirror, you laughed at how you looked.
"Why did I think I could still fit this?" You tell yourself, unaware of a pair of emerald green eyes staring at you.
Jotaro's gaze traced your form, to the strain of the uniform on your breasts, down to your thighs.
He found himself practically turned on at how he can see the shape of your ass popping through the skirt. His eyes are trained on your every move, wanting to have this picture of you perfectly implanted within his memory.
"Yare yare, what the hell are doing, woman?" He finally spoke, making himself known.
You jumped slightly before turning to see him leaning against the door frame.
"Jotaro! You're home early!" You say, blushing slightly of embarrassment that he caught you wearing your old uniform.
"I thought you threw that old thing away years ago?" He say gesturing towards your outfit.
"I completely forgot I still had this," You sheepishly explain.
"It doesn't fit me anymore, apparently."
"And you still look like a bitch!"
Over the years of being together, you'd grown use to Jotaro's crude and offensive remarks. Yet, there was a hint of playfulness in his tone as he made his way over towards you.
"And you're still an ass-hat! You certainly weren't complaining that day I made you homemade taiyaki for lunch, back in high school." You say as his big strong hands pulled you in by the waist.
Jotaro's hands rub soothing circles against your hips, eyes gazing intensely at your cute face, but also your breasts which were so nicely pressed against his chest, as his hands teasingly running down your back and cupping your ass cheeks.
"That's because I was busy fucking you hard against the school lockers!"
"J-Jotaro!" You blushed, slapping his arm, making him chuckle softly.
Memories of when he'd use to coax you into an empty classroom, a storage closet, or that one time behind the shed in the school's garden. You two would always sneak off during break or during lunch. His fingers up your shirt, and your panties around your thighs while he keeps your skirt flipped up as he had his way with you.
You remembered the adrenaline of almost getting caught with him buried deep inside of you and a hand over your mouth to stay quiet.
His eyes hold this familiar look of hunger, one that you have seen plenty of times before, as your lover in question leans forward and gave a quick kiss to your lips.
"Hmm, and speaking of taiyaki! How's about you get your ass in the kitchen and start making some for dinner!" He says.
