(this was actually the first request I was gonna do but ummm… things happened, I ended up finishing it for a friend and sent it to her in like… october last year... dear god why is this one so embarrassing) What was it about today that made you squirm in excitement as you stumbled along your way to school? What made your actions so impulsive, your senses alert to every change in your environment, almost as if animal instinct had taken over? Why were you so jittery, so manic, so… hungry? Hungry for him. For Jotaro. How you had captured the heart of a man like that, you would never know. It began with silence. Silence as you walked to school, silence when you ate lunch on the rooftop, silence when you slipped him that stupid note. Many girls gave him notes like that, but you liked to think your was different: straight and to the point. You had feelings for him, and you couldn't remain silent any longer. You weren’t begging for his love, you were giving him an opportunity to act. If he wanted a friend, a companion, a confidant, you were certainly there for him. And if he wanted something more… Your relationship had progressed quickly, and you were amazed and wondrous to know that his desire for you was just as great as yours for him, though he may never admit it. Holly rarely questioned your dates to the ice cream shop, your coming over for dinner, his occasional “sleepover” at your apartment… Did she not even suspect what you two were doing behind closed doors? That was what you wanted right now, to be wanted. To be needed. To be held and touched and teased. Your body shivered in excitement as you bounded towards his house. And your body would to stop at nothing to get this satisfaction. You had worn a something special for him underneath the uniform. You couldn’t say why you had bought that lacy satin lingerie, you just wanted to feel beautiful. You wanted him to see you as beautiful. He thought you were, hopefully, but the words never left his lips. Maybe today would change that. Or maybe he would just silently pound into you as you begged for mercy. You fidgeted with your skirt a bit nervously as you rang the doorbell. Your blouse was unbuttoned to reveal just the top of your bra. You felt a bit agitated at being dressed so scantily, but then again, the look on his face would be worth it. You stiffened as the door swung open, straightening up when his deep eyes popped into view. Each morning he grabbed your hand in his, muttering a quiet “let’s go,” before his mom had a chance to kiss him goodbye. But today he paused. You could swear the faintest of blushes came to his cheeks as his widened eyes darted down to your chest. He stood in utter silence for a moment his breaths slow and deep, pursing his soft, kissable lips. His mom skipped up to deliver a quick hug as he remained transfixed. Holly didn’t notice your mischievous expression as she ran back to the kitchen. You bit your lip as shrugged your book bag up over your shoulders, trying to draw his attention your exposed cleavage, to hint where you were going with this. He gulped as you took a step closer. But then, he plastered on his usual stoic expression. “Yare yare, let’s go.” You giggled as you descended down the road. You clung to his arm, and though he rolled his eyes, he didn’t protest. The walk to school was a bit silent for your tastes, but you knew exactly what you were planning when you got to school. You wanted to tease him that day, to drop hints and whispers, until, when the bell rang, he would practically run with you back home to the bedroom. You two made a habit of showing up to class early, avoiding the crowds of silly schoolgirls and getting straight to work… or play. As soon as Jotaro took his seat, you sat down on his lap. His composure stiffened as he narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing?” You shrugged your shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck, not so subtly hugging him to press his face into your chest. “I’m tired Jotaro. It was a long walk, I just wanted to rest,” You pouted demurely. But you squeaked as he roughly lifted you from his lap. “I’m not your chair.” You sighed, rolling your eyes, determined to try some other tactic. “But Jotaro! It was so long, and so hot. Don’t you want to…” You could swear you heard a small gasp, as you had tiptoed to the back of his hair, and were beginning to slide his gakuran off of his shoulders. “Cool off a bit.” You leaned into the crook of his neck, preparing to place a soft kiss on his sensitive flesh as you felt those firm muscles almost trembling beneath you. Then, a creak. You pulled back as another student entered. Several more girls started trickling in as you bit your lip in frustration. Dammit. You just needed a bit of alone time with him. The morning passed, and you were still as antsy as ever. You flashed glances at him occasionally, sometimes smiling devilishly, biting down on the tip of your pencil. He was always staring in silence, his lips pursed in that constant frown. But when you fiddled with your skirt, hiking the thin fabric up your thigh, you sensed his discomfort. He straightened in his seat, his cheeks red, his jaw clenched. Maybe you had finally ensnared him. When the bell rang, you skipped out of the classroom ahead just of him as he stormed after you. You could feel the frustration and anger practically radiating off of his body. You giggled as you turned corner after corner, leading him along teasingly. Jotaro didn’t seem to notice that neither of you were heading to your next class. Or, if he did notice, he had other, more pressing issues at hand. His footsteps echoed through the hall, and you turned back once or twice to see a look of sheer vexation spread across his face. Anyone else would have been terrified to have him on their trail. But you... You were aroused. He had just caught up to you when you “accidentally” dropped your pencils. “Oops,” the word was soft and your voice sweet as you leaned down to reach for the scattered pencil. None others were left in the hallway, as your skirt lifted. You heard his grunt from behind. Was that frustration? Rage? Appreciation? The mere thought sent shivers down your spine. The thought that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, you knew in your heart that was true. You took your time gathering the pencils as you heard his breaths grow quicker. You felt his harsh gaze on you, but merely snickered as you snapped up to face him. You smirked. “You okay, Jotaro?” He practically snarled, and you gasped at his strength as, in one quick movement, he pinned you firmly to the wall. The breath left your lungs as you looked into those deep turquoise eyes, feeling his heaving chest against yours. “You damn well know the answer.” You squeezed your eyes tight as he kissed you passionately. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as his hips ground you against the cold stone wall. You gasped into his lips as you felt something extremely hard pressing between your thighs, and it made you just a bit proud, knowing you were the one who had done this to him. His lips were ravenous as he devoured you, relishing in your taste, your touch. His tongue slid inside your mouth as you gasped, his hands slipping down to your ass– Suddenly he pulled away. You felt his hot breath against your neck as he growled into your ear: “Just so we’re clear, you’re the one asking for it. Don’t blame me for what we’re about to do.” You squeaked as he hoisted your thighs up around his hips. Thankfully, no one saw you as he carried you through the hallways, around the corner, to the abandoned classrooms in the basem*nt. Those classrooms had quite a bit of a… reputation. A gasp escaped your lips as he set you on the cold surface of the lab table. He kissed you ferociously as he forced you down, his hands running through your hair, down your chest, moaning in approval as he squeezed your breasts harshly. He ripped open your blouse, and you might have screamed were his lips locked onto yours. He was rarely this rough, this blatantly sexual. God you loved it. You shivered feeling the cool air on your bare stomach. He fingered the lace of your bra, only now pulling away to appreciate the sight. Your heart leapt at his deep growl: “What the hell were you thinking?” His hands trailed down to your skirt as he kissed down your neck, expertly unclasping and unzipping the garment as he slid it down your hips. He was somewhat more careful so as not to damage the beautiful garments underneath. His eyes flashed at the sight of you in all your glory, wearing something so sensual, so alluring. You face went red, but you smirked all the same, thrilled by the enjoyment on his face. He was aroused, certainly, with a twinge of frustration along with the excitement. His eyes traveled up and down your body, his fingers toying with the lace on your bra. He shook his head as he chuckled. “You idiot,” he slid the thick jacket over his shoulders and you ran your hands over his firm biceps. “Am I at least a cute idiot?” He didn’t even give you an answer before he attacked. You gasped as his hands cupped your breasts, groping you harshly as he forced you to the table. You couldn’t help but groan as he sucked harshly at your collarbone, that one sensitive spot that sent shivers down your spine. Within an instant he had reached around undo the bra, flinging it carelessly to the floor as he slowly lowered his lips to your chest. You trembled, feeling his breath just barely tickling your skin. Your breaths grew short and shallow as his fingers began to trace their way down your stomach. Dammit, you were supposed to be teasing him, not the other way around! You gripped his hair tightly, forcefully guiding his lips to your sensitive skin, and you could swear you heard a low chuckle as he began to suck the tip of your breast. A sigh that sounded suspiciously like Jotaro’s name escaped your lips, and you felt his fingers tighten around your hip. His kisses trailed down your chest as your heart beat faster and faster. Jotaro Kujo. Was banging you. In the school basem*nt. You didn’t know what the hell was going on, you head was reeling just at the thought. But something about the scandalousness made it just that much better. You squeaked as his fingers tickled your cl*t through the sheer lace. Your eyes flickered down just in time to see that devilish smirk on his face as he removed his hat. Now it was serious. Your thighs pressed close as he began to slide the panties down your hips, but he pried your legs open easily as chill bumps began to run across your arms. His surprisingly soft lips pressed to the inside of your knee, and you tried your hardest not to squirm in delight as he slowly, carefully, guided his kisses up your thigh. Each kiss was so meticulous, so precise, yet so ravenous. That was just what you loved about Jotaro. You could feel that strength, that power behind his every touch. You gasped as his tongue finally gave a slow swipe across your slick core. It felt heavenly. Your fingers ran through his hair, desperately pulling his head between your legs as he lapped at your entrance. You could feel your legs beginning to tremble as his tongue worked its was along your folds. He just barely teased his tongue across your cl*t as you arched back in pleasure. His fingers dug into your soft hips, and you felt the low vibration of his moans in your core. But he refused to give you what you wanted. You panted and pleaded for him to speed up, to kiss you harder, to devour you more fully, anything to pry this aching tension in your stomach away from your thoughts. To your dismay, he pulled away, chuckling as you gave his hair a particularly harsh tug. “If you’re so desperate for it.” He climbed off of you, and you bolted upright as he finally shed his shirt. Your eyes lowered to his crotch, and you almost had a sheer heart attack, The bulge was massive, pulling the thick black fabric taught as Jotaro struggled to undo the zipper over sizeable obstacle. He was lying if he said he wasn’t just as desperate as you. You reached to help him undo his pants and he let out an unexpectedly loud groan as you palmed his engorged erection through his underwear. He slipped off his boxers as soon as he was able, and (as always), your face flushed red at the sheer size. It was long, thick, rock hard and nearly flushed to his chest. But he didn’t notice as he brought you to the edge of the cold lab table. It may not have been the most romantic setting, but as soon as you felt his head hit the slick folds of your core, you this would be just as good as it had been in the bedroom. Your head snapped back and your legs tightened around his hips as he began to slide into your. Your fingers clawed at his muscular shoulders, his biceps, his pecs, any part of him you could grab onto. A low growl escaped his lips as you tightened around his length. He wasn’t even halfway in, and still he was panting furiously. Suddenly, he kissed you as he slid down to the hilt. You gasped against his lips: feeling your grip tighten around his massive erection, his bare chest against yours, his quick beating heart and the rise and fall of his chest. You blushed ever more (it it were possible) at the strange taste on his lips. But something about the carnality fueled you further. As Jotaro broke the kiss, he began thrusting into your firmly. He gripped your hips with a force strong enough to bruise. That only happened when his desires took over. When he forgot about how much he wanted to please you and instead focused on how much he wanted you. You breaths were ragged as he plunged in forcefully, again and again, faster and faster. You clenched your insides around him out of instinct, maybe to slow his thrusts, maybe to strengthen your walls against the rough onslaught. It was painful, surely, but it was a beautiful pain. You would endure this pain for Jotaro, and for him alone. You whispered his name as he slammed even deeper inside you. Tears stained your cheeks as you gripped his shoulders. You gasped as his coarse fingers pinched your nipples, twisting and teasing the red nubs till your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. One hand remained on your breast while the other made its way down to your cl*t. You arched back, toes curling, as he grew quicker. His breaths seemed to shorten along with yours. You could feel that tight burning feeling in your stomach, that coil of fire waiting to blossom forth into a wave of sheer ecstasy. With a final thrust, you felt your release. You cried out his name as you pulled him close, your walls clenching just as firmly around his member, as if to ensure he would never leave you. He panted into your ear as you felt your insides fill with a delightfully gooey warmth. You sloppily kissed his neck before giving him the opportunity to pull out of you. You smiled and sighed contentedly up at him. Class had better be cancelled tomorrow. (I legit don't even remember writing this, like… I feel like this is terrible and cringy but ummmmmm... rippp someone might enjoy it)
