Between the dim lighting and the smooth jazz you couldn't shake the sultry aura of the little cafe Jotaro had taken you on a date to.
You looked across the table at him again, taking in the way his tight olive green tank top hugged his massive chest. A thought ran across your head as he popped up the collar of his gakuran...
Why'd he have to show up in his school uniform?
It was normal for Jotaro Kujo to be seen wearing his uniform, he absolutely rocked it like no other. However, you didnt have the same effect wearing yours, so you opted for a black overall skirt paired with a pastel colored, cropped turtleneck and knee high socks with classic black converse.
The two of you stuck out like a sore thumb in that cafe. Naturally, it wasn't intentional that you would find yourself in such an atmosphere but here you were.
Jotaro flicked his eyes over to you shyly and blushed ever so lightly when you noticed his eyes. Out of habit he reached up to his hat, then remembered he wasn't wearing it. The motion was charming in its own way, the massive man in front of you being shy like this. You placed a hand over his and smiled reassuringly.
He once again met your eyes, his stunning aquamarine orbs silently blazing into your own. Jesus you could stare into them for hours, let alone his handsomely chiseled face...
A saxophone reared in the background, slightly breaking the moment. The band was good... that was undeniable, but under careful scrutiny you could tell Jotaro was fidgety. Almost like he was uncomfortable or trying to ignore something. You knew his dad was a saxophone player as well, did that mean anything? Was something wrong?
"Jotaro we don't have to be here if you're having a hard time, I don't mind hanging out somewhere else if you're more comfortable." You tentatively spoke this option, he had gone through all this trouble to set this up for you. He was desperately trying to be cute about taking you out to places. He was a delinquent, not a ladies' man. "Yare yare daze..." he trailed off and looked at the ground lost in thought for a second, the saxophone sounded again and he bit his lip. Hard.
Was... was that what was going on? Was the vibe too much for him? Well... if you didn't try to focus on the present the music and lighting would have swept you away as soon as you had entered the building. No this was too good, this was something you wanted to see play out. Sure you could be called a sadist for it but when had anyone ever seen the Jotaro Kujo all worked up over some music? Never and nobody, that's who.
His eyes trailed over you again, you noticed the slowly rising hunger in them. You shivered softly, recalling what the two of you had done when that look emerged. He could sense your thoughts and smirked at you, the tension building. You pressed your thighs together quietly and pursed your lips. He ran a hand through his hair and briskly huffed. "Tch... god fuck I really need to get out of here..." he stared into your very soul with those smoldering gemstone colored eyes of his as he spoke.
In return your eyes became half-lidded as you quickly looked him up and down again, unconsciously biting your lip and making him grow needier. "Do you wanna leave? We really dont have to stay here. It's already about 10:30 so we can go back to my place..." you asked for his approval, and he flashed a grin. God that grin could make your knees weak any day.
"Yeah alright, let's do that then." His husky voice carried over the din of the jazz cafe. Silently the two of you left without ordering anything, slipping into the cool night air. Jotaro pulled you close by the waist as the two of you walked. His hand wandered down your back before staying on your ass. You bit your lip again and leaned into him.
"Are your parents gonna be home tonight?" He asked passively as you continued walking down the street. "No, they're gone on another trip. They won't be back for another week or so." You answered back to him, wild thoughts running through your head.
He smiled again at the thought of pinning you up against your bedroom wall, making you beg for him until you couldn't take it anymore...
Soon both of you stood in the doorway to your home, a compact two story house with modern furnishings. Kicking off your shoes you took his hand and hurriedly led him inside.
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Heavy breathing filled the air as the sound of a lonesome saxophone rang through your living room. "Jesus (y/n), did you really have to choose my dad's music?" Jotaro grumbled halfheartedly, too busy leaving hickeys on your neck to actually care.
You shivered in anticipation under him, your half naked body aching for more of him. "I'm not the one who was struggling to keep it together at the cafe, Mr. Kujo-" your retort was met by a soft bite to the breast. Your sharp moan was more than enough payment to Jotaro. "Yare yare, shut it will you?" He smirked against your skin and tenderly sucked on a nipple, sending your back to arch in near orgasmic delight. His hips bucked against yours as you continued to grab at his broad back, the rippling muscles underneath his smooth skin moving ever so slightly when he breathed.
"Why don't you make me then, eh?" Your bratty behavior got the best of you as he growled into your chest while he used a hand to expertly play with your clit. The words died as soon as they left your mouth, leaving him with a satisfied smirk. "You were saying?" He continued to tease you on the couch, your face heating in defeat.
You leaned up and bit his neck, earning a groan from him. Tactfully you assaulted his neck and collarbones with kisses and lovebites, driving him absolutely insane. "If you dont quit it I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna limp into next week." His words brushed past your ear, making you smirk. You bit his ear playfully and spread your legs for him more as you spoke, "Oh by all means please do."
He absolutely lost it and tore off your soaking panties, his lips dragging down your chest, stomach, meeting your dripping entrance with such ferocity your moaning sounded akin to a prayer. His tongue skillfully lapped at your folds, your thighs closing in protest. With ease he held them open and continued until he deemed you ready.
He left hickeys up your body, meeting your lips as he inserted his large length into you. A breathless moan came first, then as he picked up speed your lewd noises rose far above the jazz playing from the speakers.
The night carried on with the two of you moaning under your roof, with nothing but moonlight filtering through the wide windows and sultry jazz to keep you company.
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A/n: aight so I gotta admit, this one was a crackhead attempt that I came up with in a group chat so it's pretty short. But like,,,, sexually frustrated Joot banging to some heavy jazz? How could I say no?? I just couldn't. So here we are with this fuckery~
