Simping For Dilftaro

Simping for dilftaro 😩

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He looks like he is going to humiliate me till I cry and guess who is horny rn

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the power this man has over me is unreal 😔

「 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 」

jotaro kujo x reader

synopsis → early mornings with jotaro.

warnings → none

word count → 667

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↳ BIGGGGGGG jotaro brainrot recently i just… he’s so… yeah <3 also this takes place after crusaders?? like um when joots graduates high school yeah <333

the sun peeks through the cracked windows, a halo of light casting over you. you stir in your sleep, an annoyed whine falling from your lips as you roll away from the sun, tucking your face against warm skin. the arm around you tugs you close despite its owner drowning in slumber. one eye slowly opens, then the other, no longer met by the rising sun but the face of your boyfriend.

his plump lips are parted with each slow breath, head tilted against the pillow. black curls fall over his face, curtaining the smooth planes of his skin. he’s practically glowing under the halo of the morning sky, his already tan skin glistening. his chest rises with every breath that fans over your face, you can feel it against you.

you softly smile to yourself, admiring the sleeping man beside you. a finger slowly traces over the sharp angles of his cheekbone and jaw, dragging down over his contoured collarbones, circling each of his pecs before curving through the valleys of his abdomen. he seemed as if he was sculpted by angels, a sight so breathtaking it was hard to look away.

“you’re staring.”

you freeze, wincing as your eyes travel back to his. jotaro’s eyes are still closed, but the slightest hint of a smirk tugs at his lips.

“sorry?” you apologize, though it comes out like a question.

he shakes his head. “good grief,” he mutters before cracking an eye open.

his eyes, already a dazzling shade of crystal blue seem so luminescent in this light, morphing into a shade of bluish green. there’s a soft smile on his lips, one that’s only reserved for you as his hand smooths over your back and waist beneath your t-shirt.

his eyes drift over your face, pausing at your lips before shooting back up to your eyes. you’re smirking, tracing hearts over his stomach, the gesture bringing a soft blush over your boyfriend’s face, to which he nuzzles deeper into the pillow to hide it. you take pride in knowing you’re the only one who can do that. you bring a hand up, pushing your fingers through the thick jungle of jotaro’s hair, nails grazing his scalp. his eyes flutter, a low hum of approval ringing in his throat as he tugs you closer to him, head against your chest.

you glance at the clock. “it’s early.”

a grunt in agreement.

“we should go help your mom out with breakfast.”

he scoffs against your chest, arms tightening more and more around you. with his strength, there was no way you were leaving his grasp anytime soon. “give us another hour or two. don’t wanna deal with that shit yet.”

you scowl, lighting digging your nails into his head more in retaliation. his eyes peak up, glaring up at you in a way that you knew you couldn’t say no to. you sigh in defeat, resuming your movements in his hair. “fine. but we’re getting up in an hour to help your mom.”

he hums lowly, telling you that’s fine with him before he angles his face up at you. a loving smile, one so pure and so un-jotaro-like rests on his lips. he cups your cheek, smoothing his thumb over your supple skin before drawing your face closer to his lips connecting. it’s soft and pure, so fitting for a morning like now. your brains spinning, thoughts only filled of him, almost as if he casted you under a spell. jotaro isn’t a man of many words, but he still makes sure to show you he loves you

jotaro pulls away, his forehead against yours, thumb smoothing over your cheek, that lazy, sleepy grin he uses for you stretching his cheeks.

“you’re pretty when you smile,” you say, poking his cheek.

jotaro’s smile drops, but you can see the faint sheen of red over his cheeks as he rolls onto his back, tugging you into his chest, mumbling a soft “good grief” before the two of you find your way back into the dreamy haze of slumber.

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