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NSFW Jotaro Kujo : Just The Two Of Us

WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR JOTARO'S JOB POST SDC

Just The Two of Us ... You & I

Sounds like a song he would probably listen to

"Don't be silly, I think you ought to be there, Sylvia Earle is going and your research project is ten times as brilliant as the scientists in your lab. You simply must show her what we're all about. I'll even give you the time off to attend!"

Bursting into the kitchen with carrier bags, purse and car keys balanced in your hands, you were surprised to see a peachy mound leaning over the kitchen counter. It was your husband, Jotaro. Silver spoon clanging around his coffee cup, occasional grunts and verbal affirmations came from his mouth as a one-sided conversation spun over the landline, a familiar pair of full, pillowy lips against his stubbly jaw interrupting him briefly. Though there was no verbal communication between the pair of you, the kiss was a good morning to him all the same.
"Alright, what time and where?" So much for him working from home, the only good thing about the current set-up was that you got to see him in the morning, still in the grey joggers with a black t shirt and mussed up hair where he had just rolled out of bed. His dark eyes were grumpy, staring into the distance whilst he listened to his boss blather on the line about a work's do.
"It's at Lakeside Terrace, 8:00."
"Right, I'll sort something." Hanging up, he went back to his coffee, thinking of an excuse. He wasn't really a celebration sort of guy, especially at big venues, but if the legendary Sylvia Earle was going to be there, he really could form a strong connection for himself and the business. Leaning backwards on the counter beside him, he glanced at you, unsure how to ask you to go with him with at short notice.
"Who was that, Mr Popular?" Coyly pawing him, you were pushed away gently through a mumble about how much work was on his desk. Not that it mattered now, since he'd been practically commanded to take some time out to go to this event. The man turned his head absent-mindedly, lips puckering in an obvious duck-style and begging for an unfeeling peck just to shut you up. Accepting his half-assed affection with your palms flush with his hips, you attempted to coax him back in so you could steal him from his work just a short while longer.
"Y/N," he chuckled sheepishly when you lay your head across his chest, winding yourself tightly round his waist. He could see you were happy to be around him, chuntering through your name again. The way your enormous, gorgeous eyes were staring up at him, he was almost too captivated to speak. He bent down to your level, kissing the tip of your nose before nuzzling it with his own. "It was the office."
"The office, huh?" Your husband was a swine for leaving his wet towels and dirty socks next to the laundry basket and not in it, so you always had to complete a bit more effort to bundle it all inside the wicker receptacle before you were able to drag the basket towards the washer as you listened to him. "Oh, Jotaro, put that shirt straight in the wash when you're done with it." Hooking his fingers beneath the hem, he toyed with it briefly to keep your attention. It was lifted over his head, revealing the smooth kissableness beneath. Eyelashes fluttering in awe, you struggled to keep up the cool facade as he showcased that muscular frame. "I said when you were done with it!"
Jotaro didn't know this, but he just oozed hot, smouldering man. He teased you for being so lascivious, but you couldn't help it. He didn't have time to spend with you during a normal work week, so whenever he glared at you for annoying him your knees would go weak. You wanted to jump his bones the moment he got out of bed.
You supposed you were just totally in love. He was absolutely smitten with you too, though he didn't really show it.
"I am finished with it. I need to take a shower." Running a hand through his hair, finally, you grinned, half-lidded eyes tracking him from where you were stood. Tucking two fingers under your chin, he pulled your face up to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.
"What do you want? You seem awfully eager to get undressed." Voice a low whisper, he was intrigued by your tone.
"Hm," he lulled, bending right over to align his mouth with yours, a simper sneaking onto his lips. "Pick up your jaw. I saw you looking."
"Oh, just give me your dirty washing, stupid boy." Rolling your eyes, you held your arms out to retrieve his clothes and snatched the bundled-up mess, chucking it in with the rest of the stuff. Before you could press the button, he snaked over from behind you, pushing it first. Jotaro knew you would spin around to scold him for being a pain in the ass, so he hitched you up onto the machine by your legs.

This position was a little compromising, his hands glued to your thighs, that look of delicious danger in his eyes, his friend starting to prod you a little in such proximity as you bit down on your bottom lip through a smile. Allowing your palms to slide up from his abs to his chest, they eventually draped themselves over his neck in an embrace. He pulled you closer, hugging your back tightly. Though not a hugger, there was a closeness even Jotaro Kujo needed.
"Y/N, it's going to be boring but..." Your boobs squished right against his bare chest, lips joining in a sweet kiss on the machine in reply.
"I hate your stupid events, but..." As your head was backed right into the kitchen cupboard passion hungry, kisses started to deepen, sloppiness catching up to you both when the fucking phone rang. Withdrawing with a smack, you whined as he checked the number. Taking his bottom lip in between your teeth, he pulled away, letting it stretch and twist.
"Don't answer it. We never get to do this anymore—"
Clamping a hand over your mouth, he replied with an answer you really didn't want to hear.
"I'll only be a second. Hello?" Frustrated a little, you too swept your blouse over your head, flinging it towards the basket. You were desperate for the stupid interruption to end, worried for when the spin cycle started because when it did, there would be no return if you were still here.
Jotaro furrowed his brow, pausing the wash in order to finish the conversation with no interruptions. He made eye contact with you, listening carefully to the phone. "Y/N, do you want to come to an event with work tonight?"
"As long as you leave the hat at home," you whispered, smirking up at him with a hand in his ebony locks. Sighing gently, everything was finalised, and the tickets were saved in your names. Pressing the hang up button twice and dropping the phone beside his forgotten coffee, the machine was switched back on before his large hands framed your face, forcing you to lean back again.
"She told me to take me the day off." His pointy nose brushed yours, dark eyes intensely gazing into yours. Rolling your tongue along your teeth, his lips connected with your jaw, slowly making their way down to your shoulder. It sent a shudder down your spine, thoughts of what he might do to you since he was now unbusy. "What are you shuddering for? The spin cycle hasn't started yet."
"Why don't we take that shower before it does? You know, conserving water and all that." He silently agreed, tilting his head to unleash a lusty touch against your mouth again before lifting you from the side, legs tied around his waist. Your mouths assaulted one another with kisses, the beast feeling along the walls of the house so he didn't lose his footing, but when he reached the bottom of the staircase, he did. Slithering up the stairs backwards, you barely went without some sort of connection to each other, his hands alternating from your hips to the stairs depending on where the weight needed to be shifted. Three stairs up, you lost your bra, unclasped by your husband. Five up, you worked on his jogging pants, tugging them down as far as you could manage. Jotaro looked flushed, embarrassed you were seeing him in his purest form, but it didn't stop him assisting you with them. Left in just his boxers, he stalled you halfway up by your hips, grounding to the carpet. He panted, straddling you in the narrow stairway to unzip your jeans and slide them down your legs, discarding them somewhere behind him. Crawling further up the steps, you exchanged more sloppy kisses, toying with the band of his underwear whilst he kneaded your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples to coax beautiful, drawn out moans. Finally at the top, you found yourself being backed into the bathroom, guided by Jotaro since he was the tallest. Pivoting in the doorway, he caged you to the other side of the door, locking it before returning his hands to your body, where his mouth was.