Stares between Strangers
yet another "drabble" that became its own beast...oh well. Here's your food!
Yandere! Jotaro Kujo x unnamed afab fem
2.6k words
CW: 18+ (minors & ageless blogs will be blocked), NSFW, yandere!, angst, somnophilia, stalking, masturbation, jotaro at his most toxic and creepy
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(dark content/ yandere ahead, aka dead dove, do not eat)
There was no logical reason why he felt like his chest would cave in if he didn’t see her face every day. Yet here he was, looming over her feverish body in the dead of night.
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Jotaro had always loathed the way women treated him, the way they flocked to him like birds to a scrap of meat. It disgusted him to feel their hands grabbing at his arm, clinging to him while cooing his name “Jotarooo~” in a way that was meant to sound sweet一 but sounded more like the screeching of banshees.
He hated them, all of them. And his hatred only seemed to grow upon returning from his suicide mission in Egypt.
Upon entering university the flocking seemed never truely went away. He found it hard to justify showing up to lectures when his seat at the very back of the hall一 intentionally isolated to the highest degree, would still be flooded with co-eds waving and ignoring his insults and pleas.
It wasn’t until he finally resorted to scaring them away with his stand that they seemed to understand. Their supplies mysteriously flew through the air, and when they turned to Jotaro for comfort, all they got was an ice cold stare.“Get the fuck away from me, worthless hags.”
He didn’t have to worry about the gaggle of groupies after that day, apparently the lot of them dropped the course一 ‘good’ he thought, ‘let them rot, stupidity has no place here.’一
so when he returned the next day to find a girl he had never seen before pitched in his seat, he prepared to re-instate his terror.
He approached her with death in his eyes, ready to fling off her advances, readying a flurry of insults to get his point across more than clearly一 yet when he stepped within a few feet of her she began to gather her books and belongings without even looking up.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize someone already claimed this seat. I’ll get out of your way,” she stammered, voice so soft it was almost a whisper. Without incident she gathered her things and shuffled past him, only barely brushing against his shoulder. Not once did she lift her eyes from the floor to meet his一 not once did she acknowledge him beyond that simple statement一 it was what he wanted… why could she not even dare to look at me…
And yet, while she gave him the space he thought he wanted, his own eyes seemed glued to her back as she trotted away with her head down. It was what he wanted一 it was what he was supposed to want一 wasn’t it? It had to be一
Yet why was he feeling a tightness in his chest as he took his seat, eyes refusing to peel from her visage taking a different seat in the row diagonal to his.
Throughout the lecture and the next, he took in almost no information. His mind swirled like a typhoon, and his heart squeezed painfully at each minute movement she made一 a slight turn of her head一 the frantic way she scribbled notes, pen tapping against pouting lips (wouldn’t it be strange if that pen had somehow ended up in his possession). He was utterly transfixed, and it made him furious that he didn’t know why.
No matter how many classes passed his obsession grew, more staring, more spiralling confusing. In his head the same need一 the same phrase tore up his frontal lobe: ‘Look at me, why won’t she just look at me,’一 until he finally resorted to calling out Star.
He wordlessly commanded the stand to float over to her, hovering in her space without her knowing一 smelling her perfume and shampoo through the Stand’s senses. Through Star’s eyes, he observed her furrowed brow, saw her eyes flick between the lecturer and her notes, saw her bite those delicate-looking lips, and frantically cross out a misspelled word. It didn’t make sense, she was nothing special一 just another student一yet why did he picture his hand squeezing those soft cheeks and telling her: ‘Don’t bite your lip to hard, you’ll bruise it.’
Subconsioisl, he prompted Star to run his fingers through her hair, ever so lightly. Through the stand’s fingers he felt the smoothness of it, releasing more of that sweet scent as he rubbed a few stands between Star’s forefinger and thumb一
And that unseen movement made her twitch. Her body shook from top to bottom in a cute little shiver (like she’d felt the presence of a ghost). She whipped her head around frantically, looking frightened out of her mind as she looked for who一 what touched her so intimatly一
And finally her befuddled gaze landed on his, almost as if she knew it was him一 almost as if she’d known the whole time that he was a haunted man一 and he was truely haunted, wasn’t he一
And oh gods, she really shouldn’t have done that…
Her fearful eyes were on his, finally searching his for what felt like an eternity一 yet surely was only a mere 10 seconds, before she shook her head again in a way that said ‘it was only my imagination’ and let her gaze fall back to her notes
That was what he wanted this whole time, wasn’t it? He just wanted一needed一 prayed that he would see her look at him, really truly look at him, just once. That should have been enough一 that should have been the end of this useless madness…
But when the next day came and went with her seat empty, he knew it was unfortunately far from over.
( He was almost disappointed that he found her so easily, her address neatly printed on her personal documents, unguarded in an unlocked room on campus.)
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“Why did you have to look at me like that?” He harshly whispered, feeling an insatiable pull on his arm as he reached down and removed her blanket. Without even touching her he could feel her elevated temperature, could feel the pain she must be in as she scruched her face up with every tiny movement. “Poor thing,” he mused, releasing Star who hovered protectively over her frail form一 the stand’s expert ears picking up each labored breath and tiny, quiet moan.
“Why did you have to look at me like that, why?” he found himself repeating, a little louder than before一 daring her to wake up and see him invading her most private space. Even as he felt his body move on its own, his knees settling themselves on her bed so that his massive body straddled hers, his mind screamed a dozen contradicting thoughts.
“Wake up, look at me again. Show me that you see me一 you know, don’t you?一 who I am… what I’ve done? That’s why一 right?一 that’s why you didn’t want to look at me before. What do you know一 how?一 how did you know I wanted to hate you?”
Jotaro kept talking, even though he knew none of it made any god-damned sense一even though he knew she was hearing none of it.
Sensing his anguish, Star hovered closer of the headboard of her bed一 and then he touched her shoulders. ‘Good gods, she her skin was on fire…and still so soft.’ The stand rolled her onto her back, and when he did the straps from her thin tank-top fell deliciously down.
He and his stand froze start still as she briefly mumbled and shifted, unconsciously propping her leg up and slinging a feverish hand over her brow. When she did her sleep shorts bunched up, giving him an all too revealing look at the swell of her ass一 and the fact that she had nothing else on underneath those shorts.
A shuddering sigh rocked through his body, almost making him fall over on to her一 (would that really be so bad)?
That cursed thought alone caused another full body shudder, the deep sense of shame and guilt boiling his blood一 even as he felt his pants grow tighter from an unfamiliar swelling.
It was all too much, he needed to leave一 he should do the right thing and leave now before things went farther than he meant them to go一
But all rational thought was far too overshadowed by the hurricane of emotions in his head at that moment, all swirling around cycling between shame and impossible need. He’d come this far一 and it really was too far一 what was left to do but carry out the next possible action?
“Why did you have to look at me like that?” he sighed, furiously unbottoning his pants while scooting closer until he felt the heat from her bare thighs radiating against his knees. “I thought that was all it needed to be, just a simple look…now look what you’ve done to me.”
Those whispered words felt like daggers in his chest, the pain weighing against the heft of his manhood in his trembling hand. Star’s eyes were twitching between her closed eyes and his, shooting him achingly understanding looks that kept him going through all his doubt.
“Is that why you wouldn’t look at me that first day…because you knew this would happen?” he questioned一 neither needing or wanting any kind of real answer, tears stinging his eyes as he slowly began to pump his swollen length over her sleeping form.
She shifted again一 as though she was hearing his unhinged ramblings in her dreams, her leg brushing against his and rubbing the fabric of his pants against his leg. He couldn’t help but let out a labored groan, fisting his manhood with a bruising grip, his motions growing more frenzied and desperate一without really knowing what the end goal of this whole sick excretion was.
As he continued to stroke himself一 breaths growing heavily mixed throughout with heady moans, realizations rapidly flipped between each other with every pump.
This is wrong一
It was better this way, he liked it this way一
This is wrong, he was sick for doing this…
He liked it this way, needed it一 needed her this way一 with her there was no falsehood, no horribly wrong expectations. She must have sensed his deeply wounded soul, how much he had suffered and lost in Egypt those years ago. He had no kindness left within him一 and somehow she knew that一 hadn’t she? Without even a single look she knew more about him that anyone ever would一 she wasn’t anything like those other desperate slags that flocked to him without any consideration. All those lost emotions, all his pain and need for isolation一 she knew him一 and he didn’t even remember her name, or if she knew his…
He decided he liked it better that way, groaning and griping himself to the point of bruising一 he liked that he was a stranger to her一 and maybe knowing her too well would ruin the whole thing.
“You just had to look at me, didn’t you? Couldn’t help yourself?” The speed of his hand was almost painful, but he couldn’t stop一 not now. “You wanted this, you had to have known一 and you went and got yourself sick because you knew一 you knew what you’d done一 but you can’t hide yourself away from me.” He knew somewhere deep down that his ramblings were nothing short of insanity一 even Star was looking at him all too knowingly. But all rationality was buried now, overcome by the pleasure he felt一 all the sick satisfaction of knowing he had far more control that she ever would, in this moment or any other.
“I can do this all over again一 you don’t think I will?” his whole body began to tense up, “If you look at me again一 if you ever look me in the eyes again, I’ll come back here.” He arched his back, pulling his swollen muscle desperately, tears stinging his redded eyes.
“Why did you have to look at me!” he groaned, too loudly一 he knew一
一 and finally his body burst, finally his cock shuddered and sprayed out hot ropes of shameful pleasure一 doubling over onto her peacefully sleeping body.
He wasn’t sure what he was aiming for, or if he was aiming at all. Either way it wouldn’t have mattered, given the lack of control he had in those moments.
Panting, head still spinning from that powerful release一 doubled over to the point he was practically crawling over her, he admired his work. His spray had been seemingly random, bits of his cum clung to her pillow, sheets, and now was leaking unto her upper thigh from his softening cock一 still held limply in his trembling hand一
And then she began to stir, eyes starting to blink open.
Shit一
By the time she shot up in an panic, Star had rushed him blindingly fast into a nearby closet. He and his stand watched as her chest heaved, and she pressed her hands over her heart一 he heard it beating dangerously fast through Star’s ears.
She looked around frantically, head whipping around and eyes searching the darkness. She got up and stumbled, almost falling flat on her face as she dragged herself to the window, throwing it open with the little strength she had.
“A nightmare…just a nightmare…it’s ok…it’s not real” she whispered to herself.
She breathed in the cold night air, dragging shaky breaths in while she hugged her upper body. He was unsure if she shivering was caused by the cold, or by the scare she just had一thanks to his actions. If she noticed the wetness running down her thigh, she didn’t care to do anything about it.
After a few minutes her heart rate seemed to return to normal, and she returned to her bed一 leaving the window cracked. She settled back onto the mattress, noticing the wet spots on her pillow, but just huffing and turned it over一 mumbling something about sweating in her sleep too much.
He watched from the closet, keeping his breath as shallow as he could. He watched her take a few long gulps from a water bottle on her night stand一 he had to hold back the urge to smile smugly when she leaned over the sides of her bed like a child checking for monsters.
As she flung one of her blankets over her feverish body, she took one last tentative look around the room一 and for a fleeting moment, she looked at him, right in his eyes.
In that moment his breath caught in his lungs, and his mind began formulating the next step he would be forced to take一 but that moment came and went, just as quickly as the first time their eyes had met. She finally lay down fully, pressing a button on her phone and rolling over with a tired moan.
And so he stood there, once again watching without her knowledge until he heard the telltale soft breathing of her deep sleep一 back to her nightmare she didn’t know was all too real.
Jotaro left the same way he came in, through her front door, padding his pocket to make sure he still had the spare key he’d found underneath a plant pot.
As he stalked away he wondered if she should have stayed longer一 but in the end he let that thought go, best to not risk getting caught in the act一 yet.
Instead, he was already growing hard thinking of the promise he’d made to her while she slept, so blissfully unaware. Even if she would never hear that promise, he would keep it until he grew tired of her一 until he decided they were more than just strangers.
In his mind he saw her eyes, staring into his, just like that first time yet so achingly different一 and so he would return the next time he could.
She really shouldn’t have looked at him like that…