JJBA Oneshots

Jotaro Kujo; Best-friends Dad, PT3.

A/N:
Trigger warning! Persuasion. Please don't read if the subject is troubling to you. I swore I had added a trigger warning when I first published this oneshot but it seems I had mistakenly forgotten it. I apologize to anyone who read this before the trigger warning was added and was negatively effected.
Lemon! This oneshot was alot easier to imagine than to write. I had it all displayed out in my head but transfering it into words was a bit of a toll, so apologies for some errors and, if its not up to some certain expectation or fluency.

Edited this bc wtf was I on when I wrote this originally.

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You swallowed the itchy lump in your throat, shifting at the edge of your bed uncomfortably.

Your mind raced and your fingertips chittered.

"Come see me after Jolyne falls asleep."

That sentenced raced in your mind, repeating over and over. Words couldn't describe the unsettling feeling that flipped around in your stomach. You were so nervous- no, scratch that. You were so scared.

You had always found Jolyne's dad intimidating. You always figured he never really liked you much; but lately he had been acting different. More attentive, visually. He watched what you were doing in a manner you couldn't even describe; you couldn't tell if he was watching so closely because he didn't trust you, or what, but whatever it was, it had you alerted. Maybe you had done something wrong without realizing? You remembered what Jolyne said at the pool;

"Oh god, shut up, I don't need to know that my dad is probably thinking of banging my bestie."

"Girl, he's probably just being a perv. They get grosser as they get older, you probably just light the fire in his loins."

You wondered if she was right, if Mr. Kujo was just being plain old...creepy? You never caught that vibe from him before but...maybe now, it could be true.

Jolyne always told you how lonely her dad was. In fact, he hadn't been in a steady relationship since Jolyne's mom died when she was ten. She said, they had a rocky relationship ever since she could remember but, Mr. Kujo genuinely loved her mother. They never talked about her mom after the funeral, or even what happened. To this day, Jolyne didn't even know how her mom died.

She said he walked around with a different type of sadness in his eyes for five years, and suddenly, it went away. That's when he began to get heavily invested in his work; Mr. Kujo had always been a working man, but it increased, finding three times the usual stack of paperwork on the desk in his study.

Maybe, like Jolyne said, Mr. Kujo was lonely and had taken a...special interest in you? The thought of it sent chills up your spine and goosebumps on your skin. Mr. Kujo was an attractive man, yes, quite attractive- but he was Jolyne's dad! That was super weird! Borderline gross.

You glanced to your left, to a sleeping Jolyne. Soft snores filled the stoic air of the bedroom. The heels of your feet felt against the hardwood, oh how you hesitated. You did not want to get up, you did not want to go see Mr. Kujo; you did not want to know what he had to say. You contemplated crawling back into bed and falling asleep. Maybe he wouldn't say anything? But that would be rude, and you weren't rude. You mentally groaned.

Were you really about to do this?

You pressed your feet against the floor and straightened your knees.

You supposed so.

You used your tiptoes to navigate across the dark bedroom, trying to walk as careful as could be; you didn't want to creak the floorboard and wake Jolyne. That would be awkward to explain. You slowly turned the steel knob and withdrew the door. You stepped out and, closed it gently behind you. You took a few breaths before placing two, soft, humble knocks upon Mr. Kujo's door across the slim corridor.