Requested by: ArielFretter and sassypretzel

So, Jonathan Joestar is your teacher! Guess what he teaches, people? That's right, archeology! But, that was the year before you started college. Now, he is an English literature teacher.

This one will be a lemon because the other's were plain frowny faces, barely any fluff and mostly sadness, I know. But, no Erina or Dio messing this up. Okay I lied about the Dio part but no Erina.

Anyways, some Jonathan pics, as always, and enjoy having a handsome British Gentleman being your college professor!

And here's the outfit he wears:

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(In this tale, you are an English citizen. You've read all the books that have published and will make an impact on world literature before 1890. This year is 1893, your third year under the teachings of Jonathan Joestar, so yes, he's alive and well but he's not married. You've secretly had a crush on the charming man and he's had a crush on you. Welcome to the land where women have just started to attend universities in England.)

1893; First POV

To those who desire my teacher, his intellect, his English chivalry, to those that haven't the faintest idea about what they're going to do the next day, this is a land of opportunity. The British carry on with their lives as we see fit and I carry on with all the power I have in me.

Everytime I walk these carpeted floors, I hear the same rumors over and over again by the same group of people in front of Mr. Joestar's classroom door,
"Is [Y/N] [Y/L/N] really dating Mr. Joestar?" And the answer that has always been given is, "I hope not." Or "I'll make sure the dean knows about this!" The British don't carry on at those rumors, I suppose.

My clothes are simple, not too fancy, not too plain. I wear the most simple boots that the shoe store has to offer, while the tailor gave me some special clothes on my birthday, especially the one that I'm wearing right now, indigo blue with linings of the sweetest purple. I usually have my hair up in a scarf a la creole, but, today, it's in an ardent little bonnet, much like if it was the 1600s.

I do love Jonathan Joestar myself, but alas, I do sort of wish the rumors were true. Yet, I must focus on my education! His gleaming eyes, his soft demeanor, oh why god, why me? Why must I endure the suffering of the heart's tempo? Is there a sign as to which this is happening?

Like so, God answered with the gentleman himself opening up the door for our class to enter. When I walked past him, his smile and his voice called to me.

"Good morning [Y/N]! It's nice seeing you!"

But, all I do, is put on my cheery little smile and sort of waltz into the room, going over to my desk, and sitting down gently. Before the rest of the class could come in, however, I overhear him say something on the lines of that there is no class today and he's giving me an interview. He also says that he deeply apologizes but the students don't complain as I hear the door shut.

Now...it's Mr.Joestar and I. He didn't say anything about an interview yesterday, why would he pop it up now?

Mr.Joestar leans against his desk, crossing his arms as he looks at me, nodding his head.

"It's true."
I give him a strange look of confusion.
"What is true?"
"That you...and I...are-"
"We aren't together, sir. It's wrong for us to make a relationship-"
"No it isn't. It hasn't been...yet. Miss.[Y/L/N]. We have an interview to get through and I need you to answer all questions asked to you, is that understandable?"
I just nod my head in understanding and he gives me his sweet, chivalry smile.

"Let's get started."

Jonathan and I spend hours and hours on this "interview" but I know he just wants me to be here...alone...with him. I don't mind either, it feels wonderful and all.

"Last question...I've always wondered this...was it Lord Byron, Thomas Hardy, Jane Austen, or Charlotte Brontë that wanted you to get into English Literature?"
"Byron. I do know his legitimate daughter is Ada Lovelace."
"Yes, I do know that. She was great at her job."

He was sitting down beside me, but now he's leaning over me and has his hand under my chin. His fingers touch me with such delicacy, I feel like I could faint right there.

Then, the door slams open with a handsome devil of a man in his best attire, his golden blonde locks tucked behind his ears to show the three birthmarks on his ear. His ruby red eyes can seduce any fragile soul. He's the elegant bachelor at our school...but the worst part about it is...he's Jonathan's brother...a professor himself.

(You choose which outfit he wears, although I do like the outfit on the top left)

Dio Brando...the most wicked man I've ever had the chance to meet. He teaches business and law, being a lawyer himself, and during certain days, he does chess club. I've heard he usually beats everyone that joined at their own risk. Women here want their education like I do but, with him, they fall in love so easily...I don't have him as my teacher but I do see him come in from time to time to converse with Mr.Joestar. Girls fall in love with him, they have an intimate affair, then he tells the administration about it and the poor girl is kicked out.

"Jojo! Why is there so many of your students out in the hallways?! Oh hello, [Y/L/N]. It's driving me bat shit crazy! Wait a minute!"
Dio takes a glance at me, forming an image of me in his mind, I bet. He's probably pissed that it's just Jonathan and I, yet again, I don't give a damn.

"[Y/L/N]?! What the hell are you two doing behind closed doors! This is absurd! I'm telling the school board about this!"
"We all know about your sexual affairs with the women here, Mr. Brando. We have evidence to prove it as well. Letters exchanged by hand from you to said student, eye witnesses, noises coming from the halls; even though I'm not a lawyer, or am in your class of law, I still read."
Dio had the tendency to growl like a tiger brought into a cage, fooled by the hunter.

"I, Dio, will not pay for this insolence! You are in so much trouble! So are you, Jojo! You hear me?! I, Dio, will-"
"Oh put a sock in it!"
Jonathan shuts the door and locks it, but we still hear him rumble like mad as it slowly fades as he walks away.

"Now...where were we, [Y/N]?"
His gleaming, soft, electric blue eyes stare right into my [Y/E/C] eyes, making a tint of red appear across my cheeks. He puts his hand under my chin again and tilts my head up gently.

"You're a very intelligent young woman. Yet, I know men out there, cruel men, would only see you as beautiful. There's not a lot left of me or my kind. Oh, [Y/N], would you give me the greatest honor, of kissing you? You're so splendid, such a lady with a heart of a true literature writer, and such grace as the women of our days. You've achieved top marks, bested the others, and taught us that women too can be like men. You're going to be amazing."

His speech makes a line of shivers run up my spine, making me flustered whole. My lips part as his lips press to mine. With our eyes closed, only our fingertips can know where we touch. I can feel his hands go down to my chest but they don't stop there, his soft hands, his gentle care, I'm such a lucky star.

He's the angel from heaven, I'm Lady Luck, Dio Brando is the Fool of Hearts, the Devil, a Demon, Oh how I despise a man like him. I pray to God above, please, don't let this moment be taken by an act of devilish trickery and sinful deeds done by an evil man at hand.

His lips go away from me and I'm swept off my feet, both literally and figuratively, from my desk. I hear the back of my dress being buttoned off slowly and his slow breathing near my neck, his voice whispering to me:
"May I undress you? May I...make love to you? May I do all the things I may not?" He sounds like Shakespeare. All I do is whisper back,
"God will forgive us for this one act...right? Yes. You may."

Then I feel the cold in the room fill up more as my dress slowly goes to the floor. Underneath I wear a velvet strapless corset with a pair of frizzy velvet panties. His soft lips delicately kiss the tops of my breasts and I give out a shy moan, tilting my head back gently. My bonnet is slowly taken off to let my [Y/H/C] drop down like a waterfall (unless your hair is short). He slowly combs his hand through my hair and I give off a slight little hum, enough to let him hear.

His touch on my corset, he slowly takes it off and kisses the side of my neck, making me moan more. I can feel him smile against my skin as the corset slowly falls off of me. My nipples grow hard from the chilly air, I thought it would be much warmer today. I take off his jacket and his wooly crimson red sweater, tossing it beside his desk.

I gasp when I hear the sound of papers and pens being pushed off his desk. Well...we are going to do it here. Are you really a gentleman under that white shirt? Let's find out. I unbutton his shirt as he lays me down on his desk gently. He caresses my cheeks with his soft hands and my eyes grow wide at the size of his massive muscles. Damn, he must be eating big stuff...

Soon, we're both down to our underwear and he's on his knees on the floor. My legs dangle over the edge of the desk and I feel his lips lock on my left inner thigh, a small moan escaping my lips. Then his kisses travel to my slit and I gasp loudly, putting my hand in his hair.

"M-Mr...J-Joestar!"
"Please, [Y/N]."
His sweet smile makes me smile too as he looks at me.
"Call me Jonathan."
"Jonathan Joestar? That's your name?"
I cock my head in curiosity and he nods his head as a yes.
"It's beautiful, just like you are. I love you most ardently, Jonathan."
"You're so gorgeous, [Y/N]. I've loved you ever since you came to my class the very first day. I know it's wrong, but it feels so right. If you wish for this sinfulness to end right now, then just say it."
"No, I want this to continue. I want to be with you, Jonathan, even if it kills me inside to know that what we're doing is wrong."
"Well, it doesn't feel wrong because we are adults. Being in university is a choice-"
"I want to graduate with a bachelors in this class."
"I'm always here to help you with that. I always am."

Then, I feel his kiss on my entrance and I moan very softly, putting my hand on his hair. His tongue goes inside my clit and I can't help but moan loudly, arching my back. His tongue swirls figure eights in me and I keep on moaning when he goes faster and eats me out like a buffet. Bon appétit! I can feel a tightening in my lower area as his groans and my moans echo in the room. Then, that's when I release into his mouth, not holding back any loud moans that come out.

"But, I do want you to work hard, I won't go easy on you. It's my job to teach and help, not give you easy A's."
"I understand completely, Jonathan. Really, I do."

Then I see him take off his underwear and mine. He lightly grazes his tip against my entrance and I give out a slight whimper, looking deep into his eyes. He gently kisses my neck and then my lips, mumbling against them if I'm ready. I whisper yes to him and he gently goes inside my sopping core, but it still hurts. I've never done this before, I've never kissed anyone, had anyone touch me like this; I'm so glad I saved all my first for him.

I give out a whimpering moan while he doesn't move. His chivalry really shows, his gentle love and care is all over my face until he whispers in my ear if he should start moving. As I nod my head, he starts moving, but really slow, locking eyes, locking lips, his arms wrapped around me, any girl would kill for this gentleman.

After a few moments, he starts going faster, caressing my breasts, giving gentle kisses to my nipples, kneading the buds, making me moan more and more while he groans along with me.

"Jonathan...I love you."
"I love you too, [Y/N]."
He kisses me again as his thrusts grow faster, the desk starting to creek. I don't think it can handle how buff this man is, I giggle in my mind.

Then, they get faster and faster and our moans and groans blend in harmony. My eyes are closed and my head is tilted back, my hands gripping his back. Then, we both release into each other with the loudest sounds we can make. I start to relax as he suddenly pulls out and gives me a worried look as I open my eyes.

"A-Are you on birth control? I'm sorry I did it in you! I wish I didn't, I didn't know what I was thinking, it was amazing and I got into the moment and-"
I put a finger on his lips and his puppy like eyes soften up my heart. He kisses my finger and then pecks my lips, helping me stand up.

"Come on, let's get dressed. Another class starts soon and-"
Then, the door opens with Mr.Brando growling at the both of us. I gasp and Jonathan blushes deeply and covers his waist with his shirt.

"D-Dio! I-I had the d-door locked!"
"You gave I,Dio, a key, remember?"
"Forgot...Sorry..."
"Stop this foolish act and the both of you get dressed. Well, maybe just Jonathan."
His devilish smirk grows wide on his face. He pulls me close to him with his arm and grazes his lips on my neck. Jonathan growls jealously at him, already dressed now.

"Stay the hell away from [Y/N]!"
"Pity that I didn't steal your first kiss like I did Erina's-"
"DIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

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So jaboikakyoin , here's what you wanted!

This is three of her favorite Jobros that she made herself! She drew a Part 4, Part 5, and a Part 7 Jobro.

First up, we have Okuyasu!

Next up is Abbacchio

And a close up of what he says:

And then Gyro Zeppeli!

Like I said, she's an amazing artist!!