#johnathan joestar

Sighing heavily, you shut the book closed and set it on your nightstand before rolling over onto your back, your head hanging upside down over the edge of the mattress. You fold your hands over your stomach and stare blankly at the doorframe across from you.  

‘Maybe if I wish for it hard enough, he’ll finally show..’ 

You squint. In the corner, the grandfather clock ticks on, one minute quickly passing to five, eight, ten...

The sound drones on like a lullaby, easing you into drowsiness. You try to fight against it as best you can, but still your eyelids droop... 

“Hitting the hay already, love?”  

-Ah. Your eyes pop back open, landing on your husband's tall figure leaning in the doorway. He has a small smile on his face as he stares down at you, legs crossed at the ankle, still dressed in his evening clothes.  

“Jojo-” The man laughs lightly as he watches you scramble to sit up. You get up on your knees, holding out your hand towards him. “You came..”  

Jonathan enters, drawn in by your outreach, and takes your hand into his. He brings it to his face, pecking a sweet kiss onto your knuckles. “I couldn’t dare fall asleep at my desk knowing such beauty was awaiting me in my chamber.”  

You grin sheepishly, never accustomed to his charm. “I’m flattered. Though.. I seriously worried you would be tucked away until dawn.”  

“I’m truly sorry, my dear.” He frowns apologetically, taking your cheeks between his hands and kissing the space between your brows. “I’m trying my best to shatter these habits of mine, but that's easier said than done...” 

You hum, “Well, no matter. As long as you are here now, that’s all I care about.”  

“Of course.” Jonathan smiles and steps away, moving towards the closet. His back faces you as he begins to undress, starting first with his beige blazer, and next his orange vest.

 “I’m glad I caught you before you fell asleep. I have so much to tell you about what I discovered tonight!” 

“I’m all ears, sweetheart.”  

-Is what you say, but it’s mostly a half truth. You loved to hear your husband preach about his interests, no doubt; Every day you ended up learning something new from him, and it was exciting to be able to connect with him, even about things that would usually go over your head. It’s just...can you really be expected to be fully tuned in when you’re face to face with such impressive musculature?  

The flicker of candle flames across the room pronounces the shadows and contours of Jonathans backside; massive shoulders, gorgeously sculpted lats...not to mention his strong thighs and arms. A combination of good genes and Rugby had done him some immense favor. 

“Jonathan.” You call softly, just before he can slip his nightgown over his head.  

He puts a pause on whatever he’d been saying and turns to you. “Yes?” 

“Are you exhausted?”  

“..I wouldn’t say so, no. Though having you in my arms usually puts me right to sleep, so I’m not too concerned.”  

Such an adorable response almost makes you forget what you’d been trying to say. You chuckle and lie down on your side, subtly hiking up your own gown.  

“I’m feeling quite...well, I’m not so sure how to say this.” You prop your chin up in your palm, pretending to ponder. “..I’ve missed you.”  

Jonathan smiles characteristically, small dimples crescenting his cheeks. “I’ve missed you as well.”  

You should’ve expected him to say that.  

“Don’t you think it’s been a while since we..you know..” Your voice trails off, and you give a small shrug. 

Across the room, his eyes widen as he slowly registers what you’re getting at. “Ah...since we’ve been..intimate..?” 

Your lips curve at his cautious wording, so intent on never sounding too perverse. “Yes, exactly.” You pat the bed, signaling him over. “Come.”  

At your simple command, Jonathan lets his pajamas fall to the floor, obediently crawling onto the mattress; legs and arms bracketed on either side of your body. You can almost feel the weight of his hefty figure as he hovers over you, and you can’t help but raise a hand to his bicep, tracing individual tendons until your fingers sweep against his collarbone. Your other palm braces his heart, if not only to cop a feel at his cushy chest.  

Jonathan’s skin is already flushing a light red, and he discreetly shuffles closer, though his eyes trail elsewhere. 

“After all this time, you still act so shy with me..” You hum, now tapping his chin to refocus his attention.  

“What can I say? You’re just so much more....experienced in this field.” Jonathan grins weakly, dropping his head down to kiss the exposed skin of your neck. “You always know what to say and do..makes me nervous.”  

“Mm..” You card your fingers through his hair, “Have some faith. You’re plenty good at putting the moves on me, when you really want to.”  

You feel him huff a laugh against your throat, his lips feather-like as they traverse. “Yes, well...I’m glad you think so.”  

Jonathan shifts to slot his legs between yours, and you follow the flow of motion, bracing your knees against his hips and draping your arms around his back. He lifts his head to stare down at you, fondness blaring in his expression.  

“...Although, I sort of like it when you take a bit of the lead.” He admits quietly.  

You raise your brow. “That so?” 

“Just a bit.”  

“Heavens, you’re so cute.” You sigh, dropping your head to the mound of pillows below. Even the most insignificant things made you fall farther for him.  

Clueless to his own effects, Jonathan smiles and leans towards the nightstand, blowing out the half-melted candle, and doing the same for the other side. If not for the beams of moonlight coming from the window, you wouldn’t be able to see Jonathan's beautiful blue eyes, admiring you earnestly.

Beneath that kindness and modesty, you knew, was a bundle of restless desire, which only becomes increasingly apparent when he suddenly dips down to capture your lips. Tender and slow...never in your life had a man kissed you so perfectly.  

The hardest part was trying to match him. While Jonathan leaned more towards the ‘gentle lover’ role (unless requested otherwise), you were a man of a more...passionate archetype. You lived for the thrill of teeth and tongue, losing your breath, maybe even your mind from time to time.  

Proper a gentleman as he is, though, your husband can always provide as needed.  

“Jona..” You breathe out, wrapping your legs fully around him.  

“Mhm?” He breaks away but remains close, kissing your warm cheeks.  

“...Just how much of a ‘lead’ are you willing to let me take..?”  

Jonathan pauses. “..I suppose as much as you’d like, dear.”  

You blink up at him, trying to suppress your mischievous grin. “..Promise you won’t think me mad.”  

He smiles assuredly, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. “I could never.”  

... 

His face now, however, says the complete opposite. 

Jonathan slaps his hand over his mouth, the other clamped around the back of your knee as you grind your hips forward, utterly full of his cock. A layer of sweat has already graced his forehead, despite your minimal movements.

 Exhilaration distracts you pleasantly from the ache of your own thighs, becoming weaker the longer you stare down at Jonathan’s dumbfounded expression. You’d never known him to look so good on his back.  

You plant your hands on his chest, using the solid surface to support yourself as you lift up, and sink back down at a brutally slow pace. It takes you a minute to build up confidence, but once you do, you begin to sort of bounce. Your spine curves and you nearly choke on a gasp, arousal building with each drag, each filthy slap of skin. Jonathan's muscles twitch and flex uncontrollably, eyebrows following a similar pattern; he practically hadn’t stopped moaning since you first climbed on top of him, and he was only growing louder by the second.  

“M-My word, this is so...”  

You smile shakily, heaving out your words. “Delightful? Marvelous? Earth-shattering?” 

“It’s...preposterous!” Jonathan presses his head back into the pillows in attempt to hide his face, voice bleeding out into a needy moan. Talk about a walking contradiction.  

“Well, you seem to be taking it all the same, aren’t you?” You tease, now bracing your hand against his stomach.  

If he were to turn any redder, you’re sure he’d be well on his way to bursting a vessel. “That isn’t the point-! How did you..” Jonathan grabs at the sheets below him, clearly struggling to keep still. “-Where did you learn of something like this?”  

“The papers are plentiful with information if you’re looking in the right places.”  

Jonathan’s body bucks up violently in reaction to your sultry tone, causing his tip to snag against that most delicate spot inside of you. The sound you let out is so obscene, you almost don’t recognize yourself. He doesn’t stop there either; even in trying to shield his face away, Jonathan keeps thrusting, his hips infused with a sudden ravening power.  

“What a brute, you are Jona-” Your taunts are falling apart at the seams, broken by your crackling voice and whines. You hold onto his waist for dear life, fearing you might literally fly off otherwise.  

“I can’t believe you’d introduce me to such..such-!” Jonathan’s pitch is going up, and his grips is growing tighter and-  

Your eyes widen and you struggle to sit up, but he keeps you held. “So soon?!”  

Jonathan begins to mumble a hasty stream of apologies, juxtaposed by his increased speed. Really, it should be illegal for one man to have that kind of stamina. 

“Shit, Jojo, wait!-”  

But you already know there’s no going back now. Jonathan spills into you with a roaring moan, sure to be heard by the lingering servants, maybe even the neighbors acres away. You clench around him, only making it that much worse, and ending up being tossed into your own orgasm; pulses of relief and satisfaction striking your nerves while ropes of cum paint Jonathan’s stomach.  

You fall forward, forehead dropping to the crook of his neck, the both of you panting against each other like animals. You feel...dumbfounded. Your husband could get rough at times, sure, but it was extremely rare, and it was nothing like this. In truth, you had suggested this whole thing predicting that Jonathan would turn you down, or at least not be a big fan of it due to the nature of the position. However...clearly you still had a lot to learn about him.   

Jonathan is first to catch his breath, speaking with urgency,  

“..that was perhaps the most heinous act I’ve ever committed in my life.”  

You tilt you head up, glazed eyes now a bit worried. “..Do you mean that? Oh, Jona I’m terribly sorr-” 

“We shall go again.”  

... 

“What?”  

“Again.” He cements, smiling this time before whispering, “I want you to show me more of your lewd trickery.”  

That was a request you just couldn’t refuse.