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NSFWish Jotaro Kujo : See You Again

WARNING: SET DURING P4 PRE-MURDERER DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED

Just a lil something I've been working on for a while to tide you all over :)

Pic is mine

Sat reading a book, the sea air was cool and calming to Jotaro. Jolyne would have loved this place, so he spared a thought for her, starting to feel empty inside. His daughter wasn't the only person, she would have too. Flicking to the back of his notebook, he revealed two photographs attached with a paperclip. One was of his darling daughter, who he understood he didn't see as often as he should. The other, was a picture of you. They went everywhere with him, since the picture of him and his friends in Egypt lived on his office desk. Interrupted by the bench squeaking as someone sat behind him, he fought with the paper to hide it, jamming it in between the pages in a frenzied stupor. Clearing his throat, the waves continued to roll slowly.

"Nice day isn't it?" His eyes widened, pupils like pin pricks. The owner of that voice; why was she here? He could picture the stupid little smirk tugging up on your lips at the end. "Would be a shame to waste it doing something boring." Exhaling a laugh, you turned your head to the side, catching him shudder in your peripherals. Ignoring you, his face turned to a scowl as he begun fidgeting for a cigarette, remembering he was trying to quit. Slapped his pocket in frustration, a click sounded from behind him, pricking up his ears. Turning his head slowly to glance over his shoulder, your hand held out his brand between your fingers, lit and tainted by lipstick already.
"I'm trying to quit," he stated plainly to avoid losing his rag. Of course, they would send you. Retracting your offer, you continued to smoke it yourself through a mumble. "Why are you here?"
"Do you want the honest answer or the appropriate one?" Usually stony faced, he gritted his teeth in embarrassment. You knew how to fluster him and even his wife didn't know how to do that.
"Oh, behave yourself. Nothing like that. You messed up on that one long ago, you'd have to work for it now," you chimed. Jotaro didn't want to admit it, considering the trouble the old man caused, but he wasn't in love with his wife anymore. She was beautiful inside and out, but they married too young, they didn't see eye to eye and quite frankly, Jotaro knew full well she deserved far better than him. He also knew, by the growing tent in his pants as the last encounter he shared with you came to mind, that he lusted for you. A swallow made his unease known, filthy thoughts roaming through his mind. Despite already being in the middle of divorce proceedings, something about pursuing you just seemed... Dirty. It seemed wrong. Maybe it was because he was a father. Maybe it was because he knew full well you were a Foundation spy and you could milk him for more than he bargained for.
Straightening up, he kept his composure.
"I don't see you like that anymore."
"I know you don't see me like that anymore, Jotaro. But you think it, don't you?" Jotaro was honestly finding it difficult to distract himself with the scenery, so he hoped you would just get to the point and go away. You leant back, pretending to stretch before taking something out of your jacket and handing it over. A hand whipped round and took it, clutching tightly. "No need to snatch it. It's not going to disappear." Opening the file, there was various intel on Yoshikage Kira, the murderer he was pursuing. "That's all the information I could dig up on your little face-changing killer."
Sat scanning the file, the marine biologist thought he was going to burst if he didn't calm down now. He knew that if he was to drag you back to the hotel and relieve himself you wouldn't say anything but; that wasn't very professional, now was it? "Shame he's a disgusting murderer, huh? Kinda cute." Suddenly, a weight lifted from the bench, springing him back up. "Guess we'll never know, his face is long gone." Heels clacked against the floor as you sauntered off, mission completed. His eyes glued themselves to your legs as you walked away, failing to stop when you paused for a moment and turned around. He blinked, his blushing face making you smirk. Darting upwards, he noticed your face was just as beautiful as the last time, if not even more. No matter how much he convinced himself it was just lust and it wouldn't last, he continued to push the boundaries. You were ballsy, hard-working and precise both physically and mentally. Swallowing his pride and everything along with it, his body seemed to act on its own and before he knew it, he'd stood up and stormed in front of you before you could get away. Stomach bubbling up with desire, he folded his arms and looked down on you from his great height, locking gazes.
"It's nice to see you, Y/N."
"Maybe you'll see me again." He leant back a little as you stretched your neck up from the base to get closer to his face. "Or maybe, you'll just think it."

Winking and tottering off, you wondered if even that was too bold for the Kujo to decipher.