Idiot (Joseph Joestar)

"Loosen up a bit, luv," purred Joseph into your ears as he stuffed his intimidating length into your quivering pussy with a bit of difficulty. "We've done this so many times already and yet your cunny's still gripping my prick as if it's the first time all over again."

You could only glare at your husband, but the brunette only found your aggrieved look both adorable and arousing, pistoning his hips with abandon the moment he bottomed out into your glistening cunt wet with your juices after he'd put his smart mouth to good use earlier.

Joseph had found you at the deserts of Mexico during the whole fiasco with the Pillarmen. You were passed out beside a small oasis, ivory hair spread across the lush flora that bloomed in the small ecosystem it sustained. Since he was born and bred as a gentleman, of course he didn't have the heart to just leave a defenseless young woman in her lonesome in the middle of a desert of all places even if you didn't look 100% human considering the glittering the scales that decorated and faded into your skin along with the ears and the horns.

"There are better places to sleep than on the ground, 'ya know? Gimme your hand"

The young Joestar knew that he was blessed with good looks and his Herculean figure was nothing to scoff at either. Not to mention his irresistible charm was more than enough to get all those ladies back in England flush red with just a few words, a wink, and a kiss on the hand.

The last thing he expected was for you to bear your fangs at him, golden eyes contracting into slits as you hissed in distrust when he held out his gloved hand for you to take.

And like the dumbass that he was, he took that as a challenge and pursued you with almost manic fervor. Joseph had lost count on the amount of times you threatened to burn him to a crisp, but never followed through with any of your intimidation attempts. Even Caesar's loud guffaws and Lisa-Lisa's sighs weren't enough to stop his single-minded pursuit of your heart despite how often he found his face planted to the ground whenever you got a bit too tired of his bullshit (which was quite often).

But he was a Joestar through and through and if there was one thing Joestar's were known for, it's that they didn't know just when to give up. They may retreat a little at first if the need arises, but there was truly no stopping them once they set their hearts and minds on something.

That was probably how he managed to make a dent in your heart in the first place while his almost death at the hands of Kars was what pushed you to finally profess your undying love for him. And so you two got hitched properly after all that, with Caesar being his best man, Mr. Speedwagon giving you away, Suzie Q. as your bridesmaid, and Lisa-Lisa & Smokey comforting his crying grandmother during the wedding.

"Your cunt's practically made for me. Just look at it, clutching my cock like it's afraid it'll leave forever," the two lower petals looked adorably small as they wrapped around his imposing length, seemingly stuffed to the brim and unable to take any more.

"Lift your hips up a bit more and spread your legs a little wider. We gotta make sure everything is right," he whispers into your ear as his large hands maneuver and arrange your body into the perfect position according to him.

"Granny Erina isn't getting any younger and we've been married for a while now so I think it's about time we give her the great grandkids she's been waiting for, don't you think? Don't worry, I'll be sure to help relieve you once your teats fill up with milk before our kid arrives~"

The smack he received from you only made him laugh out loud in the midst of your coupling.