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NSFW Jotaro Kujo : Come To Bed

Here is the other one, rougher than the first. Dom JoJo. This is my favourite of the two tbh.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, you found him where you thought he might be; glued to his computer doing boring statistics or something. Still in the day's uniform, he jumped a little when he felt your hands descend onto his shoulders, muscles tense. They snaked round his neck, undoing his top button. Your breasts spilled out of his bathrobe, pushing into the back of his head like a pillow, making a deep blush surface. He was too tired to shake you off or scold you for interrupting him, simply allowing you to unbutton further down the shirt and slide your palms underneath it.
"Turn it off and come to bed."
He may not have spoken, but he didn't invite you to continue your teasing, either. Stroking along his freshly shaven jaw with your knuckles, your lips could detect the rising heat radiating from him when they kissed his earlobe.
"Y/N, pack it in. I'll be through in ten minutes."
"JoJo, you said that over an hour ago!" you whined, rubbing your face against him like a purring feline. "You'll just fall asleep like you always do." It came out as a bit of a snap, but Jotaro was neglecting you a tad. The births of new sea animals at work were very important and delicate, meaning that a lot of work had to be done to ensure they led happy and healthy lives! Pulling up a chair from the dining table, you took the huff, plopping yourself onto it. You hitched both legs up onto his lap in order to inconvenience him deliberately, his response being to shove them off.
"You shouldn't be walking round half dressed. You'll catch a cold."
"Maybe if you came to bed I wouldn't have to." He caught you sticking your tongue out, side eye making you all the more determined.
"Don't waste it, you've only got seven minutes left to wait. I'll give you what you want then."
Sighing and rolling your eyes, you could see the spreadsheet onscreen. Surely, he wouldn't lose his work if you just happened to lean forward and smack it down onto his fingers. Hissing in pain, you crossed your arms, demanding attention. His aqua eyes turned dark, dominant mode turning up. It was his own fault, you thought. He was ignoring a naked, needy woman!

Lifted over his shoulder, he carried you to the bedroom, chucking you onto the mattress. Fits of giggles made him more pissed off, his kisses lustful and aggressive as the robe was torn off your frame. Moving from your jaw to your neck, he was sucking extra intently, marks forming a necklace across your throat and collarbones. The further down your body he slid, the more excited it made you. You were about to fucking get it.
Your breath pitched and his grew heavier, assaulting each patch of skin his mouth collided with. Arriving at your breasts, he took your nipple in between his teeth, sucking it in one slick motion whilst he pinched the other, sending the nerve endings crazy. His mouth hung open as he squished them together, admiring the soft balls with hard buds stood on end. Slapping one, he lifted a knee onto the bed, unzipping his trousers and discarding them, kicking them off quick time along with his underwear. His shirt came next, the remaining buttons easy to pull off and throw to the floor. Taking your wrists, he pinned you to the mattress with no escape, straddling you across the waist. Kujo roughly grabbed your chin, angling it so he could feed his hard cock into your mouth. You gargled as he forced the now spit-soaked length into your hot, wet gob, fucking your face so the tip hit the back of your throat. Thrusting harshly, your neck was aching already, gag reflex setting in so bad you thought you were going to vomit. His half lidded eyes watching you like a naughty student made you all the more horny, a grin popping up as he continued to rut into you. Gripping a bunch of your hair so he could see your face taking his meat, there were already streams of precum drooling down your lips. After getting a good look at you, you weren't met with praise, just flipped over onto your stomach so he could take you from behind. Wasting no time in picking up the pace, Jotaro had you mewling and begging him within moments, his own moans spurring you on. Fiery passion took the lead, his animalistic rage driving you wild. Grasping onto your waist for dear life, you cried his name, pleading with him to fuck you harder. Instead of replying, he simply buried your head into the mattress, muffling your pleasured screams. You were told you liked it, called filthy names for letting him fuck you like this and notified as to how naughty you were for interfering with his work. Shaking moans getting closer together, your arms had to find something to steady themselves on because this man was not letting up. Informing him you were about to cum, he withdrew, lazily flopping beside you on his back. You panted in confusion, his smug face setting you off. He wasn't finished either, why did he stop?"
"Jotaro," you gasped, sweat matting your hair to your forehead. "What the fuck--?"
"Just make yourself fucking useful and ride me you dirty slut."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You clambered on top, opting for reverse cowgirl. Your husband moaned absolutely deliciously when you got him good enough, especially when he was being ridden. It was his favourite, though he wouldn't admit it. Grinding on his length, his stomach pulled taut in rapture, your ass bouncing every time you moved. His hands kneaded your back and hips, your desperate gyrating making him feel dominant despite you being on top. Sighing and groaning, his noises were throaty and deep, a few words even escaping in his moments of bliss. Throwing his head back, he could feel his orgasm building in his abdomen, intensifying every time he looked over at you or you mewled in a lengthened fashion.
"Fuck, yes... Ride me just like that. Ride my dick."
A clap echoed as he spanked you, the sweaty skin stinging from the sensation. Rocking back and forth, you were actually almost crying, soft aahs and oohs making him twitch inside of you. Feeling every inch of your body with your own hands, he bunched up the sheets in his fists, bracing himself. The bastard didn't even warn you, his seed spewing and making you shout. Riding a little slower through his orgasm, his sent yours stumbling after, the feeling in pooling in your core making it almost impossible not to grind on his hips harder. Coming down from the high, you lifted yourself off to bask with him in the afterglow, interlocking your fingers with his. Spooning you from behind, he slotted his face into the back of your shoulder, pressing sweet kisses to it.
"What do I have to do to make you treat me like that again?"
"Something pretty shitty."

You'd given him a good reason to come to bed, at least.