JJBA Oneshots

Jotaro Kujo; Stress Relief.

A/N: TW; Lemon🍋, Cockwarming, (Slight)Breeding kink(sorry if it's bad, I still have a bit of trouble figuring out how to write this kink)
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As the front-door closed behind you with a click, and the wheels of your luggage rolled in beside you, you felt a smile creep up onto your face.

"Honey, I'm home!." You belted, but no response. Typical.

You had just gotten home from a mini-vacation with your bestfriends over the weekend, and honestly, you were hoping to be greeted home with something other than...well, silence. You had an inclination on where your lovely husband, Jotaro Kujo, would be- cough, cough, his office; but you wanted him to come to you, damn it! But who were you kidding? He was probably too enthralled in his work to even hear the door shutting.

You sighed. He was your husband, though. You had to love him!
Whatever.

You left your suitcase by the door and slipped your shoes off. You freshened up a bit in the downstairs bathroom, before going to greet your better half.
You pulled your hair back, into somewhat of a disheveled pony-tail as your feet padded up the bottom steps of the staircase. You tried tip-toeing, being as quiet as you could as you ventured down the hallway to his study. If he hadn't heard you upon your previous arrival, you wanted to surprise him- and maybe your rough-exterior, yet soft-edged lover would crack a smile when he noticed your presence walk through the doorway. Just, maybe.

Your hand grasped the cold, brass knob.
You turned it, and then counted to three before pushing the door open with all of your might.

You stood in the middle of the doorway, a look of confidence on your face; which had slowly melted away once your husband hadn't even turned his head from the papers on his desk.

"...Jotaro?." You cocked a brow, met with still no response nor reaction. Damn. Was he so focused he hadn't even noticed you opening his office door?

"Jotaro? Jotaro, I'm home." You said a bit louder that time, hands placing on your hips. His shoulders rolled and you saw his piercing ocean eyes dart towards your direction.

"Oh," He cleared his throat. "Hi, darling."

His eyes fell back down onto his desk.

You bit down on your lip a bit, sauntering up behind him in his desk chair. Upon closer inspection, it seemed your husband had aged three years just over the course of the weekend. Dark, tired eyebags and little grey strands sprung from his jet-black head of hair. The smell off espresso coffee and cigarettes smelled pungent the more you entered the room. You and Jotaro originally agreed that he would always smoke his cigarettes on the porch, as the smell of the smoke always gave you headaches if you were around it too much. But, seeing the recent influx of work-load on his desk, and the fact that you weren't home at the time, you didn't really blame him.

"Did you miss me?," You rubbed circles into his right shoulder with your index finger. "Aren't you going to ask me how my trip was, hmm?."

"Good grief. What kind of question is that?," You could practically feel him roll his eyes. "You know I did. And, how was your trip?." He played along.

"Ohh, it was great, thank you for asking. Got completely shit-faced drunk, pigged out on room service the whole time. Typical vacation stuff," You leaned down into him, planting a kiss ontop of his head. "I wish you could've came, Jotaro."