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Jotaro Kujo X fem!Reader -NSFW-

"Just like that? With no notifs to the teachers or what? Won't your mom be worried? Guess you don't care about that either..."

Jotaro marched back from the store you'd picked an after school drink from, currently chewing the box's straw thoughtfully. You were the only female he didn't mind too much, as you learned not to be noisy or overall annoying. Though there were some days he'd keep his distance from you like a stray cat and you knew that baiting him to join you would only push him away further.

The sound of both your footsteps and the last of your drink going through the straw were the usual sounds that concluded this after-school meet, where Jotaro walked you home (as his house was on the way as well, all he needed to do was cross a few streets).

"You're invited to my house, by the way." The male grunted, his strut allowing him to kick away a stray rock on the road.

Having thrown away the drink box, you try not to let emotion sweep your neutral composure. You'd never seen the Kujo residence, even less encountered it. They were located on the richer parts of town, so it's not like your middle-class dwelling self had any errands around there anyways.

"T-that's...nice of you!" You grin awkwardly, wanting to swallow your words back at the fact that it's not like Jotaro to invite people over.

"It's not me, my mom always complains how I never bring anyone in the house...so I'm thinking if I drag you along that bitch'll finally stop nagging me for once."

"Ah...okay..." Of course this wasn't the first time you'd heard Jotaro referring to his mom as a 'bitch' and most likely wouldn't be the last.
The house had a traditional Japanese style to it, with the bamboo fountain and small path of pebbles that guided one to the actual housing of the residence.
After removing your shoes, you step in and are instantly greeted by a sparkling clean interior, as if it was straight out of a homeowner's magazine.
Complimenting it would result in Jotaro either finding that annoying or a mere grunt in response, which you thought was better to keep your mouth shut and keep these feelings to yourself.

Wordlessly, he leads you down a long hall, the floorboards creaking merrily despite the grim silence the young male gave off. A faint cough could be heard through the stone white walls.
Was someone sick?

Jotaro sides the paper door open and stands at the doorway of the room.

Nestled into a futon, there is only what you can assume is his mother.
She was a blonde, with wet, tired looking green eyes. Her tired eyes could only be explained by the rasp of a cough she held a tissue to (speaking of tissues, they littered the area).

"Ah! Jotaro, welcome back! I see you brought someone with you this time!" The woman gave a crisp, bright smile that made her look healthy in one gesture.
Her son merely pulled his head over his face and leaned against the doorframe. Your calling to introduce yourself snaps you to your senses.
"I'm y/n, and I'm a g/y at his school. It's nice to meet you."

Your eyes try not to focus on the whole scene, as your mind darts to the following conclusion-
Jotaro's mother is sick?
Yet the house was spotless (and Jotaro didn't look the type to do any cleaning) and his father was always unheard of.
A deep coughing interrupted your thoughts, Jotaro's mother introducing herself after clearing her throat.
"I'm Seiko! And Jotaro-" the sliver of enthusiasm in her voice was cut short by Jotaro bumping into your shoulder on the way out.

"That's enough, y/n's leaving now."
"So soon? It was nice meeting you though...!" Her weak voice called as you hastily made a sign of goodbye before following her son.

Having put your shoes back on, you looked back at the serenity of the house from the pebble-guided path. You knew seeing Jotaro's mother would have been a rare occasion, having silently wished you could have stayed only a second longer to give a proper heartfelt goodbye. Jotaro didn't look too grateful for the kind of mother he had, but for some reason, you felt that in one way or another he was.

The sky began to change color as you and Jotaro neared your house, and it dawned on you-

"Aren't you supposed to be going home?"

Your question was answered by a firm reminder that he was joining his uncle and a friend to his trip to Egypt.

Having too many questions for him, you were a step away from inquiring Jotaro before reminding yourself you'd just seem annoying. "Well...good luck and stay safe I guess..."

The male seemed he was about to roll his eyes, as too many people were repeating themselves on that fact whenever he told them about his trip.

"Well...since you showed me your place, I'd feel like shit for not showing you mine." Your voice wavered a bit, not sure if this was too random or not.

Instead, a spark of a second or two passed before Jotaro was at your doorstep, seemingly waiting for it to open.
Having introduced him indoors, you both passed your all too familiar abode.

You sigh and pass by your parent's room, seeing through the crack of the door that something seemed...off.
Maybe a cleanup wouldn't hurt, since it
looked unusually messy right now. Jotaro was busy in the living room, and you'd take
no more than a minute here. Curiosity was plucking at your spirit, deciding to use the excuse that you were just sprucing up the place a bit.

A drawer was left half open, your hands and eyes heading for that first. A strip of small packets of something caught them as well.

Those were definitely not ramen noodle flavor packets.

Eyes baring into your figure, you look in the doorway seeing Jotaro's usual intimidating gaze at the packets in your hands. "N-no wait! This isn't my room, it's my parents and-"

"It's fine, y/n. I wouldn't mind doing that with you anyways." He grunted, turning around to go back to the kitchen.

For a long while, you stood there, the condoms having slipped from your grip in awe. Although he was stoic about the matter, you felt he'd make some sort of advance on you at some point.

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Jotaro's scent was nostalgic.
It was a musky mix of deodorant, sweat, and a grasslike, natural hint to it. It really was something that fit his body and style rather well.
You bury your face in his neck as his large hands cradle your figure in his grip, kissing your collarbone as he pushed aside your skirt.

Blue eyes had sparked a question of it, and your nod urged him to move on. Having already shedded his pants and jacket (he refused to take the hat off though, which you found rather childish but didn't mind too much) Jotaro pushes you into the couch and removes whatever was at your midriff.
Your face nearly melted, it was so hot (he was as well, but that was another matter).

Jotaro throws the condom packet at you, your butterfingers fumbling to open it properly. Hesitantly you gripped his well endowed prick to ready.

He twitched in your hand a little as you jerk him slowly at first, a bead of precum forming. The male would let out gentle grunts, his breath hitches and heavies as you lube him with his own fluid.

All the while you stared at it for a bit, his poor cock a victim to your touch. His face was contracted in something of muffled pleasure, one of his large hands set out to stop yours once he felt ready enough.

Condom time.
His body ground down against yours once the both of your heat collides, as if he was holding back.
Your voice feels so loud here, it's embarrassing. As your hand goes to cover your face he pins them both to the cushions of the couch that squealed under you two's weight.

Jotaro was slow and sensual at first, being rather selfish with how much of you he was taking. Your hips ans things ached under the grip of his fingers, yet it was pleasurable to know you were wanted like this.When your eyes had nearly rolled into the back of your head as you finally climaxed, the other teen grunted something moreover like that of a moan. It was a disgustingly beautiful sound that had Jotaro's touch to it. 

You lay there on the couch for a few seconds, the dopamine slowly leaving your brain and making you realize that your parents would be home any second now.