Yet Another JoJo Oneshot Book

Bring on the Night* || J. Kujo

This was pretty popular over on Tumblr so I decided to test my luck over here ^^ Originally posted on Halloween so there's some undertones of that
Apologies for the errors!

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October 31st, the best day of year in your book. Alas, you're nearing twenty-two, and nobody wants a twenty something gal in a half assed costume at their door asking for candy. But that just means you get to do funner stuff with friends.
You spent the better half of the late night at a club with your girls, all wearing trashy costumes more raunchier than the last. Once the dance floor closed at three something you all decided that was enough poisoning your brains, and it was time to head out. You were one of the only girls not going ham on the alcohol, so you drove home yourself, after giving your friends your goodbyes and "drive home safe"s.
You lived off away from the city, the rodes home were hidden between a forest of trees on both sides. It was incredibly dark and hard to see without lights, but even thought were just short beams illuminating about ten feet in front of you. You tried to drive slow, but you were feeling antsy and wanted to get home asap. So your foot ever so slightly pumped against the gas more and more. The sounding siren behind you had your nerves in edge now. Shit, you weren't going that fast were you? What food takes this road anyway? It's a dead end.
You pulled to the side and slowed to your stop, praying this cop would just pass. To your luck the sleek white car stopped behind you, forcing the siren silent. Shit... Shit, shit, shit. You didn't have your license on you. Marcy must still have your wallet, from where she bought everyone another round at the bar!
Your engine stopped. You kept your hands at ten and two on the wheel and waited patiently (but all the same nervous) for the officer to get to your car.
Heavy footsteps, just loud enough to echo in the silent and compact box of trees. In the light of his headlights, you could make up his huge build. Holy shit, they had a mountain working at the station. His outfit did nothing to cover his muscles, practically bulging from his sleeves, you could almost make out the dips and crevices if it wasn't for having no light. Your eyes trailed up to find pouty lips and gorgeous aquamarine eyes staring down bored at you. He leaned against the top of your best down car (damn, you could feel the thing dip under his strength) and asked gently for license and registration, ma'am.
"Officer...Kujo, I'm afraid I don't have my license with me at the moment." The pouty blackhead hummed under his breath. You felt his stare look you up and down, and to the rest of the car, before he muttered out again. "Do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?" You bit your lower lip,
"47, officer?" He nodded slowly.
"That's almost ten over the limit, do you have anything to say about that?"
"It's been a very long night, sir. I didn't mean to! I just wanted to get home."
The cop's expression went sour. Oh gosh, what did you do now? His eyes were hard similar to jewels now. "What did you just call me?"
"O-Officer! I meant officer! Please forgive me."
"I'm going to have to ask you to step outside, ma'am." Kujo sneered.
You stifled a sigh, but complied. You opened the door to get out and maneuvered your way to the front of your car. The sway of your hips got the attention of a certain cop. His blue stare lowered to your ass. That dress you were wearing was so short, what a disgusting thing to wear on this night.
"Hands on the hood." You did as told, "You were doing a lot of swerving earlier. Is there any chance you've been drinking?"
"Of course not, I'd never drink and drive. Officer." You corrected.
You felt his nose at your neck. His warm breath fell on your skin and made the hairs on your body stand on edge. He hummed again, putting his meaty hands on your hips. "You reek of alcohol. You wouldn't be lying to an officer of the law, would you?" The mountain of a man behind you started to feel your body up. His hands felt up your sides and only moved south from there.
"Not at all!"
"I'm afraid I have to do a search on you ma'am. Please hold still."
"A search? What kind of sick cop are you?" You almost shrieked. The feeling of his hot hands pawing at your skin had you heart rate rising steadily. "Silence. If you're a good girl, I'll let you off with a warning." Kujo smirked. "And from now on it's officer Jotaro to you. That'll be handy in a minute." He landed a soft slap to the right side of your ass. That same hand trailed fingers down your thighs until it found the skirt to your dress. Jotaro lifted your skirt to give him a good peak at your panties and bare thighs. He played with the lacy underwear, dipping his thick fingers into the thin cloth just teasing your lower half already soaking and throbbing at the attention he gave you. You played along, pretending to fight his raunchy actions, which gifted you another harsher slap to your ass.
"Drunk driving and fighting a search," The blackhead clicked his tongue thrice. "I think I'll need to take out the handcuffs."
"You have handcuffs?"
"Of course, what officer doesn't?" He shot you a fiery grin over your shoulder. Very soon your arms were forced behind your back and a famous clink sounded once metal encircled your wrists. You were now at this corrupt bastards will. "Now, where was I?" You yelped in surprise as Jotaro abruptly pulled down your panties. Your breath caught at the cool autumn air blowing against your wet core. God, you felt so hot. Your stomach was twisting with nerves but arousal overpowered fear. You openly moaned once he pushed two thick fingers into you, fingering and feeling their way in you.
He teased you, slow, then fast, then slow again, before ramming them in again, fucking you with his fingers. You were close to breaking, if he hadn't suddenly pulled his fingers out, accompanied with a lewd sloshing sound. "You're getting off on this, aren't you? Tch, what a horny bitch. It seems my fingers aren't enough, I have to get in deeper."
You almost fell over hearing that audible zip of his jeans zipper. Along with his best being unbuckled, they made a loud plop once they hit the ground. Your legs shook under your weight once you felt him rub his meaty cock between your ass cheeks, letting you feel all of him before he tortured you some more. God... He was huge. You felt his dick hot and throbbing on your ass. It made you more hungry for his attention. Once again his fingers dug into your insides, using your cum as lube for his member. As soon as he was sure it was slicked Jotaro had no problems ramming his dick into you at record speeds.
"Hngk-! Oh, goddd~!"
He pumped into you like a man obsessed, using you like some toy for his dick as he held your shoulders in a bruising grip, backing you up on to his stiff cock. He had you drooling, eyes crossed, face pressed deep into the cold metal of your car hood. You could hear "officer" Jotaro wasn't in any better shape. "Mh...fuck. You can take my cock like a pro. Are you use to being used like a toy? It shows."
Your ears picked up the sweet notes of a groan working its way free from Jotaro's mouth. Unfortunately the brute was quick to silence it and drilled it out of your mind with some more harsh thrusts. He moved his hands back down to your waist. He picked up your hips and dear God, he was holding you up in the air, only your wet face touching anything now. You really couldn't feel anything now but his dick hitting against... Something.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I'm gonna, I'm about'ta.."
"You gonna come? So soon? Fine, I guess I'll allow it. Fuck, come on my cock, I wanna feel your insides squeeze me tight."
You wrapped your legs around him tight. The added pressure guided you to a messy orgasm, squirting your fluids all over his hips with a scream of his name. With nothing to hold on to, your nails bit into your palms, sure to leave scars. That delicious warmth of Jotaro spilling his seed in you warmed your cold belly, squeezing out one final moan of pleasure. With a sigh, the bulky man leaned over you with his firearms on the hood. He sighed into your hair satisfied.
"Fuck.."
You shifted, your shoulders aching. You whined for your boyfriend's attention to uncuff you. "Jotarooooo,"
Smack.
"That's officer Jotaro to you."
"Enough with the roleplay, I'm tired." You hissed. "Now stop smacking my ass and uncuff me."
The blackhead hummed in thought, rubbing the pink skin of your bare butt. "Maybe, if there was some way you could convince me."
You groaned, tired of his shitty personality already, but you had to comply. "Pretty please, office Jotaro? Haven't I been good enough?"
He gave you a soft kiss, then snuck into his pants pocket for the keys to the handcuffs. "I suppose I can let you off with a warning now, you were pretty compliant during the search. Would you like police escort home, ma'am?" Your eyes rolled, but you smirked, taking the big lugs awaiting hand. "Sounds good, officer."

Curse your boyfriend, and his strangely specific kinks.