JJBA x Readers

NSFW Jotaro Kujo : Just Smut

I actually have another smut to post, but this is one I wrote when my heating wasn't working a few weeks ago. Might as well rename this book Jotaro x Reader. I actually drew a cover for this one, too. Enjoy anyway Sluts :)

The night had been near freezing outside with winter's beginning rearing its ugly head. Your husband was snuggled right up behind you, one protective arm across your stomach as if that would stop DIO taking you away from him in his dreams. Jotaro didn't always spoon you in bed, only when he hadn't seen you in a while or if he'd had a particularly bad nightmare. (Which was pretty much never.)

As his alarm blared, it startled him out of his skin and whipped a hand out to switch it off before settling back into his previous position. He hadn't mean to set it for so early, his time in Morioh was still a reality in the back of his mind.
"Mhhm, JoJo, move back a bit, I'm not used to you being on my side of the bed." Hot mists of his breath ghosted over your ear, Kujo's hands wandering by themselves beneath the duvet, frisking you. You were only in a t-shirt and knickers, which was absolutely perfect considering the circumstances. Pulling you closer, it seemed that he hadn't been the only person to notice his growing problem downstairs. "Unnnggh, why do we have to do this now? It's still dark outside."
"Nice to see you've missed me." He'd been gone ages. It was a surprise he even made it back before evening hit yesterday, he missed Jolyne before she went to your parents' house so you were left to your own devices until he'd gotten into bed beside you. Jotaro was an absolute joke of a provider. Sure, he provided half the money and a roof over your heads as well as food, but he played little to no part in Jolyne's development or even your marriage it appeared. "Don't you want me?"
"Would you like a numerical answer or an alphabetical one?"
"Don't be cheeky, I might lose my temper."
Rolling over beneath him, you stretched your arms out to your sides, JoJo supporting his weight on his arms, sat on your thighs. The outline of his face in the low light was intimidating, hair all mussed up and messy making him look like an untamed beast, sticking up from sleep. You lengthened from the base of your neck, sharing the first kiss since he left months prior.
"I've missed the shit out of you, really."
Travelling from your mouth to your jaw in a flurry of kisses, nips and bites to the crook of your neck made your breath pitch a little. You stroked along his washboard stomach, leisurely unburdening him of his underwear just far down enough to let his generous length spring free. Peppering sweetness all over your shoulder, the sheets were shrugged completely off, Jotaro pulling you closer to him by the hips. Gyrating against your clothed entrance, you couldn't help but feel in the mood now. There was a tell-tale patch on your pants anyway, it wasn't exactly hard to tell. Growling through gritted teeth, your mouths smacked together forcefully.
"Get these off," he muttered with an underlying desperation in his voice. Hooking his fingers around the hoops of your knickers, he went to drag them off but was stalled by your hands curling on top of his knuckles, wiggling away from him a little. He inhaled sharply, taking a deep breath as you grazed the tip of his swollen cock with one hand, sliding the palm up his stomach and brushing his nipple on your way to his chin. Gazing intensely, you dragged the pad of your thumb down his plump lips, leering teasingly.
"Tell me before you do it, I want to hear it." Pinning your wrists above your head, he clicked his tongue before leaning over and touching your nose with his own, murmuring something about feeling needy. Lowering his mouth a little, you dropped your head to the side so his lips would land off centre.
"You know full well I want you, Y/N. I'm so hard it aches."
"How much do you ache?"
"Why won't you stop talking?"
You could see you were getting to him. Maybe he would snap and really give it to you, like you secretly wanted.
"Let go of my wrists, I'm gonna use my hands until you decide what you want." Agreeing, he allowed you to wrap your fingers around his shaft, a mild, throaty groan letting loose as you pumped it gently, admiring it with your eyes. "Does that feel nice...?" He bit his lip as he mumbled in reply, cheeks flushing a deep red knowing you were staring at him. "You better get talking before you end up too far gone and left on the brink of an unfinished hand job. I can get myself off without guilt, knowing I hadn't waited for you."
He enjoyed the sound of your voice and wanted to say filthy things back to you, but he didn't want to sound stupid. It was embarrassing for him, whilst you were so comfortable with him you could talk his ear off about stuff like this. Squeezing the head of his dick a little, he bucked his hips, whining desperately as his stomach crunched. "Earn me back now, since you couldn't be bothered to call—"
"It wasn't that I... Couldn't be... Oh, f-fuck..." Increasing your pace as he spoke, he struggled to keep up with his sentence and clamped down on your wrist to try and make you toss him faster. Removing your hand when he stopped moving his mouth, his eyes were full of water and his mouth agape as he watched you bite the end of your finger.
"Oh, I'm sorry Dr Kujo. Are you angry with me for making you wait?"
The man felt like he was going to suffocate. He was sweating and throbbing, the way you were batting your eyelashes at him edging him further. Gripping your throat like a giant pincer, his smoulder made you simper, narrowed eyes becoming slits as you acted coy. "Silly me. What are you going to do with me-?"
"You can shut your whore mouth whilst I'm speaking, for a start." Muffling your yelp with his palm, he felt rewarded when you moaned into his hand. Using the other to pull your knickers down, he commanded you to assist, flinging them behind him. "Spread your legs and rub yourself." You obeyed, feeling for your clit as he pushed his extremity into the hole, thrusting from the get go. Gasping at the feeling of being stretched, he rutted right down to the hilt into you. Cries from the springs under your weight were almost louder than your voice. Since Jotaro was so thick, he often found a sweet spot almost immediately, making you a squealing mess. "I'm gonna pound you so hard... You won't be able to sit down at work," his skin slapped against you, suppressed noises making him push into your mouth harder. "Because whenever you sit down you'll be reminded and cum all over the seat... " Nerve endings setting on fire, your face screwing up in pleasure was arousing him even more. You always waited for him to make you like this when he was away. Releasing your mouth, you were flipped over onto your stomach, hitched up by your hips and free to moan to your hearts content. There was a dull clang at your core, building up with every word he said. Feeding himself back into you, he dropped his own spit onto his cock before subjecting you to the same pace, if not faster than before. He noticed your fingers gripping the pillows as you wailed for him.
"Oh my God, yes! Fuck me harder!" Lips trembling, he obliged. Anything to get such tasty noises out of you. "And... Tell me about my hips while you're at it, since you're clinging onto them." JoJo licked his lips, smoothing a hand over your back as he thought about what to say. Why did you need him to talk to you now? Squishing the skin between his fingers as it jiggled, he slapped it harshly, the guttural noise that came out of your mouth just perfect. His fingers were digging in so hard, marks were already forming.
"They look fucking hot when they jiggle, covered in bruises and finger marks."
You were beginning to pant now, body moulding into the curve of his. Raking your fingers through his hair, he started to huff into the crook of your neck, occasionally pecking it whilst your head relaxed backwards.
"U-Ughhh, Jotaro, make my fingers wet." Sucking two of them in one quick swoop, his mouth was an oasis on your dry skin. Popping as his lips smacked off, you went back to rubbing your clit in circular motions, intensifying the bliss. His hands were alternating between your nipples and your waist, weight having to be distributed evenly at all times. Your boobs were like water balloons in his palms, bouncing and rolling as he fucked you rough from behind. Arching his back, he ground harder and deeper into you, fingers digging into your pillow skin to cry for a release.
"I'm gonna cum... Y/N... I-Uhh..." Flipping you back over, he manouvered himself so your face was close enough to catch his juices. Drawn out breaths heaved as his wide pipe spat out onto your face, dripping down your chin. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he shoved himself into your mouth, bleary eyes gazing up at him in a hazy blur. Groaning and mumbling, he smirked as you took him down about halfway. Pools of morning sunlight were beginning to shine through the blinds, giving him a better view of your face. "You look so fucking beautiful when you're taking my cock in your mouth like that, like a little slut." Riding the remains of his orgasm, he told you that you liked it when he face fucked you like this, since you were undeserving of much else for making him wait.
Groaning huskily, he sat up and kissed your mouth surprisingly gently, caring little about tasting himself on you. Knealt over one of his legs, you guided his hand towards your folds before he could leave, silently begging for his undivided attention. Fondling the wet lips, his fingers slid along them in long strokes, making you sigh and whimper. You lazily exchanged slow, sloppy kisses, his fingers circling the little pink nub driving you wild. Bumping into his nose, your body began moving with his hand, nails digging into his neck and back. Keeping his pace steady, you kissed him with an open mouth, moaning loudly.
"Don't stop. Don't stop rubbing my clit like that." Simpering, he opened his eyes to observe your reaction, your pulsing walls making you feel the sexiest you've ever felt.
"You like that, huh? What about this?" Feeling along your slit, he let two fingers slide in, adding a third once you were adjusted again. Viciously finger fucking you, your delayed cries let him know you were getting close. Beginning to kiss your neck, the jelly legs were staring, your breaths getting ragged. If Jotaro didn't have work in an hour, he would definitely have stayed and dicked you down another two times at least. His face burned up as you moaned louder, shouts of his name definitely meeting the neighbour's ears. He wasn't going to hear the end of this from the old perv next door, he knew that much.
"I'm going to cum on your fingers so hard. Please don't stop!" Tears were spilling from your closed eyes, whimpering sending you over the edge. Shuddering against him in a body shaking orgasm, he continued to rub your sensitive parts until you tore him away, collapsing on top of him. Laying you down on your back as you were hit by aftershocks, he smiled into your skin, humming as he pressed his mouth to your chin, your neck, your lips. Lay together in a sticky sweat, you'd milked each other of your lust.

Listening deeply as he fumbled around his bedside table for a cigarette, the stoic Kujo would be back within minutes. Gradually standing up, you stretched your arms out, legs taking a minute to get used to bearing weight again. His dark eyes watching you made you tingle all over again, cheeks going pink. Smoking quietly, he simply looked at you tying up your hair and inspecting your figure in the mirror before you approached him on his side of the bed. Sitting beside him, he made eye contact, letting you reach out to stroke his ebony locks.
"Your curl's coming back. Keep it." Your hand traced the outline of his cheek, right along his jaw to his chin, tilting it up so you could kiss him goodbye. Pushing his hair back out of his face again, he initiated the kiss this time, drawing it out into other smaller ones before pulling away to have another drag. "I love you, JoJo."
"I do too." Locking lips for a final time, you got up, walking out of the bedroom to have a shower.
"Have a nice day at work."

Putting out his smoke, he just basked in the feeling of being wanted for a few moments. Smiling, he stood up, prepared to tackle another work day.