JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Jotaro Date

Jotaro wasn't a man guided by his pants. He was far too busy to be messing around, having sex all day. You wished you could bang more, but he always had other things to do. You became used to his lack of libido, cherishing the time you did spend together.
When the mood DID take him, however...

That was a different story.

Today, his class had run him absolutely ragged. Their finals had been taken today and he had been absolutely bombarded with their need for attention. It was killing him off. But he had no choice if he was going to become a teacher.
Walking into the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to find you stood at the stove, cooking. You were dressed in shorts and a vest, easy to get off, he thought. Gliding over to you, he breathed gently onto the nape of your neck, making you jump.
"AH!" you gasped, almost knocking the hot pan of food, miraculously saved by Star Platinum. "Fuck, JoJo! I nearly spilled the food!" You straightened the pan as he chuckled, swiping his hat from his head and placing it on the counter. "How was it then, Smarty Pants?"
Leaning against the counter, he exhaled through his nose as he took out a cigarette from the packet in his pocket, playing with it between his fingers.
"Well, everyone submitted. The entire class. They said it was the best turnout they've ever had."
"Jotaro!" you smiled, gazing up at him with an endearing beam. "Congratulations! You're such a fantastic teacher, those kids will grow up to be just as brilliant as you!"
"I hope so," he stammered, cheeks flushing. "So... Um... Why don't we go out tonight? For dinner?" Glancing at him before looking back at the pot, you supposed your stew could be reheated tomorrow. "Y'know," he cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed. "Like a date."
"Alright then," you winked with a smile, placing a lid over the pot and switching off the gas. "If that's what you would like to do."
"But, it isn't a date you have to get all dressed up for! Like when you go out with your friends, tits out and whatever..." he grumbled, regaining his usual stoic composure, but not without getting a good look at you walking away giggling. Following you through to the hallway in order to stand outside and smoke, you swung round on the stairs to look down at him over the bannister. Handsome eyes peering up at you as you stopped, he paused at the door, smoke hanging between his full lips. You gestured with your finger to come over, refusing to take your eyes off of his whilst he sauntered over.
It was unusual for him to be looking up at someone, his huge height ingrained in his mind.
"What should I wear then, JoJo?" you asked with a sinful grin across your lips. He scoffed, trying to remain cool. Mumbling something about being unsure, he answered your eager leaning in, waiting for him to claim you by your mouth. Gnashing at your lower lip with a smirk, your gasp made his heart bite back and his groin shiver. You were twice as lustful smooching him back feverishly, struggling to hold back your grin as he pulled away.
"Get dressed. You wont like it if I have to come and dress you."

Sighing contently as he exited onto the front porch, you took yourself upstairs to change into something more fitting for a date.
Jotaro was such a sweet, caring guy beneath his harsh exterior, and when he let it show, it made your heart flutter.
Frowning, you looked over to your wardrobe. Inside were piles of clothes that didn't fit or you didn't wear, since you just recycled the same few outfits and going out was a rarity.

Jotaro came back in, having calmed his primal hormones a little. Jogging up the stairs, they were reignited by your figure in some tight, imitation leather pants. The man's breath caught in his throat, eyes unable to tear themselves away from their rude gawping, his pearly teeth finding their way into his plush bottom lip.
Looking away for just a moment to recover, your squeal as he gripped your thigh sent him head over heels. Fighting against his strong grip, pulling you onto the bed, giggles from you and comical grunts from him were just making the situation worse.
"JoJo!" you cried, stumbling when he went for your other leg. "I'm trying to get changed!"
Finally, he dragged you back, catching you out and chucking you onto the mattress, rushing himself out of his pale jacket before throwing it to the carpet.
"Changed my mind," he huffed, clambering over your panting body. Pressing his lips harshly enough against yours to clack your teeth, there was a small groan from the back of his throat. The marine biology student had to retreat for a second to undo his belt, shakily unclasping the leather and pulling it through with vicious pace. Your husband's breath was uneasy as he struggled with your pants, the zip not coming down very easily and needing a tug. Four clumsy hands trying to undo a zip was proving to be irritatingly difficult, his growl flipping your stomach when he finally got it undone without breaking it. You stretched your arms above your head, the leather smoothing beneath Jotaro's hands as they stroked your thighs up and down before giving one of then a harsh slap, enough you make you yelp. The danger in his eyes was like that of a newly uncaged beast ready to inflict whatever they desired onto the world. He loved your body, he loved everything about you, especially when you were beneath him like this.

Pulling your pants down your legs, they stuck a little, requiring your assistance to get them off your hot skin.
"Fuck," he breathed, gazing down at you like you were some sort of goddess, squeezing your pillowy thighs as he pulled them further apart, holding onto you tightly. Dipping down, his moist lips kissed a trail from your jaw, across your throat and towards your breast, still clothed. Recoiling, he pulled the fabric beneath your fleshy mound, freeing your nipple into the cool air. It stood on end, the temperature stiffening it before a flush of warm wetness engulfed it. A familiar moan left your mouth, the brute grinning as he flicked his tongue out against the small bollard, lips popping as he sucked it up. Treating the other one to his mouth, a large hand came to knead gently, forcing a large sigh from you.