Flufftober 2020: Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Flufftober Day 18

Flufftober day 18 prompt: Late night craving

There you lay, occasionally accepting lazily given kisses from the blond male, his hand resting over your bare back, keeping you and your body heat close to him, while your arm is draped over his stomach and your head rested on his bare chest, rising and falling with the natural movement of his breathing. Even in the minimal light of the moon as it shown through the small gap of the curtains, the sweat that gathered in his golden hair and in the divots and ruts of his toned abdomen and chest, you could only imagine how much the light bounced off your skin from the glistening liquid that was sure to be covering your body. You snuggle up closer to the man aside you, sharing one final kiss with the male before you both let your minds be taken by sleep, your bodies simply too exhausted for either of you to stay awake.

It was the middle of the night when you had woken up, the male's arm had moved from around your back and your head was laid gently on the pillow next to his, his body turned onto his side, soft snoring coming from him, his blond hair laid out on his pillow and his bangs hanging down in his face. Smiling softly at his beauty, even in the darkness of his room at night. Slipping out of his bed, you quickly fix the sheets and put on enough clothes for you to be suitable to walk around the Joestar's manor, the creaking of the door when you opened was enough to silence your breathing out of fear of waking up the blond, a snore coming from him a moment later. Breathing out in relief, you leave the room and make your way down the hall and towards the houses kitchen, having already knowing your way around from constantly being over.

You stop dead in your tracks once you enter the kitchen, another male was stood up by the counter, a pot that was quietly bubbling as it started to boil, sat on the stove in the corner of the room. Panic quickly set in after you had thought that the man who stood there was George or even worse, Dio, despite knowing it wasn't the blond after you had remembered leaving him alone in the bed. "Don't worry, (Y/N), it's just me." You recognized the male to be Jonathan, a wash of relief coursing through you. Walking into the kitchen you approach him and lay a hand on his shoulder, "Do you think there's enough water for two cups of tea?" 

Getting a cup down from the cabnet, you go to ready it, only to turn around to see that Jonathan already had it done, thanking him so many times you were sure it was annoying him. Sitting on the counter, you slowly sip back your tea, you and Jonathan casually chatting back and forth as your lover slept upstairs, "So Jonathan, why are you up so late anyway?" He shrugged, "Couldn't sleep. And I could ask you the same you know." You laugh quietly, a bright smile finds it's way onto your face, much unlike the smug look that your boyfrind always keeps on his face, except for when he would be around you.

 After talking with Jonathan about every possible topic, you hear a set of footsteps walking down the hall and downstairs into the kitchen, looking up from your cup of currently cold tea and see the face of the tired blond, his hair a complete mess and he was fully naked from the waist up, like how he had fallen asleep with you in your arms. After knowing what he wanted, you bid your farewells to Jonathan and walked over to Dio, taking his hand in yours and heading back up to bed, cuddling up together as the sun started to rise.