Can people stop being cowards and write men crawling, begging and being desperate for the readers forgiveness idgaf why are WE FORGIVING A MAN who cheated on us like i read fanfics so that i can see men beg and grovel, if I wanted to see men being forgiven for cheating i might as well not read fanfics at all
꒰ྀི .✸ ❛ WELL FITTED ❜ — ⸝⸝ #hornythoughts — ANYONE x FEM READER. ꒱ྀི
𖥻 YOU’VE ALWAYS knew your boyfriend was tall (duh), always in perfect shape, could easily carry something that looked heavy in your eyes, it fascinated you like a little kid discovering candy. And that’s when your obsession came in, you were head over heels over how well fitted your boyfriend was and you determined to watch your boyfriend “flex” his muscles right in front of you
you’d carefully picking the heaviest weights just so you can call him to carry it, pretending you need help when it came to the simplest thing, hell even pretending your feet hurt just for you to be easily carried to your exact location so effortlessly
You couldn’t stand there and lie to yourself it didn’t make you horny and it did. You watch him for hours watching him do anything that involves him being shirtless or in a small shirt, watching his short sleeve wrap perfectly around his torso and big biceps, and how the sweat glistens on his body
all of it made you even obsessed with him, endless scenarios of his arms wrapped around your neck, or even feeling his big hands around your waist, and feeling the harsh squeeze on your ass
but his thighs? that’s extra bonus. each time he walked around his boxers or slightly tight shorts, his thighs always looked squished almost like it was going to burst the material.
“what are you starin’ at?” He asked, his voice low but curious.
“nothinn” you told sweetly, biting lip as you eyed him up and down
and you couldnt even lie to yourself to say this was the dream and you never wanted to wake up from
this was something that was lwk targeted towards désire and jobe ( well mostly Rafe Cameron ) but ouu shi let evb in
jotaro kujo and you hate each other, but your stands can't stop making out ˚.✦
It’s extremely awkward. And it happens every goddamn time. Your personality and Jotaro’s tend to clash, he’s too nonchalant and stoic, never caring about anything and you feel things too deeply and worry too much about people you barely know. And both of you have an attitude problem, so the discussions are long, heated and filled with shouting and stupid arguments.
There’s a tiny problem, though. Every time you two fight, your stands appear behind your back and it takes them two seconds to start kissing each other. It makes no fucking sense, right? The first time that happened you spent a full minute looking at your stands just heavily making out in front of your faces, not daring to look at each other for embarrassment.
When they stopped (after two minutes, minimum), you and Jotaro stared at each other. The shouting came back, this time about which one of them was guilty of making your stands kiss. And they came back, Star Platinum catching your stand’s lips, hands on her hips as she played with his hair.
It took you three arguments to finally understand what the fuck was happening.
Your stands were so in love it was sickening, the worst version of third wheeling you could ever imagine.
Your Stand and Star Platinum were tangled up behind you, not full-on making out anymore but definitely not letting go either. She had her arms looped around his neck, forehead pressed to his, while he kept one massive hand on her lower back, the other gently brushing a strand of ethereal hair from her face. It was soft. Way too soft. And gross in a cute way.
You couldn’t stop staring at the floor. Jotaro was doing the same, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were probably white under those gloves. The silence stretched until it got unbearable.
You cleared your throat. “This is... disgusting.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “They’re acting like idiots.”
Your stand let out a happy little sigh and nuzzled closer to Star Platinum’s chest. He responded by tilting his head down and pressing the softest kiss to the top of her head. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “They’re so in love it’s actually making me nauseous. Look at them. They’re practically glowing.”
Jotaro grunted in agreement, but he didn’t look up. “Every single time we try to argue, it turns into this.”
You bit your lip, then forced the words out before you could chicken out. “Isn’t a stand... you know, a representation of your own psychic energy? Like, it’s basically a part of your soul or whatever. So if they’re doing all this...”
You trailed off, finally glancing at him. Jotaro’s eyes snapped up to yours, wide for half a second before he slammed the stoic mask back on. But you saw it. That flicker of pure panic.
“No,” he said flatly. Too fast. “There’s no way.”
You nodded way too quickly, relief and denial mixing together in your chest. “Exactly. No way. That would mean... that we...”
You both went quiet again. Behind you, Star Platinum murmured ora and your stand giggled, before kissing him on the corner of his mouth. The sound made your face burn hotter.
You rushed to fill the silence. “It’s probably just... a glitch or something. Stands are weird anyway. Maybe they’re feeding off our fighting energy and turning it into... whatever this is.”
Jotaro gave a stiff nod, shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “Must be. My psychic energy doesn’t... like anyone. Especially not you.”
“Ouch,” you shot back, but there was no real bite in it. You were both clinging to the excuse like it was a life raft. “Well, mine definitely doesn’t like you either. You’re too cold, you never listen and you act like everything’s beneath you.”
He huffed, almost a laugh but not quite. “And you worry about every damn thing and yell too much.”
“See?” You pointed between the two of you, trying to sound confident. “We don’t like each other. At all. So this whole thing with the Stands is just... random. Psychic nonsense.”
“Exactly.” He adjusted his hat, pulling it lower like he could hide behind it. “Dumb nonsense.”
Your stand chose that moment to cup Star Platinum’s face in her hands and kiss him slow and sweet, like she was trying to prove a point. Star Platinum’s eyes half-closed and he kissed her back just as gently, one hand stroking her back in lazy circles.
You and Jotaro both looked away at the exact same time, faces burning.
“Dumb nonsense,” you mumbled, voice smaller now.
“Yeah.”
Neither of you moved. The stands kept being all lovey-dovey and gross behind you, but the awkward tension between you and Jotaro felt... different. Like you were both secretly relieved to have this stupid excuse to keep pretending.
You didn’t like him. He didn’t like you. That was the story you were both sticking to.
Even if your psychic energy was screaming the opposite.
You risked one more glance at him. Jotaro was watching the stands again, expression unreadable, but his fingers were tapping lightly against his arm like he was nervous.
“So, truce?” you asked quietly.
He didn’t answer right away. Then, barely audible: “...For now.”
And just like that, the denial settled back in, comfortable and safe. You weren’t ready to admit anything else. Not yet.
Your stand sighed happily against Star Platinum’s lips once more and you pretended not to feel the flutter in your own chest that had nothing to do with her.
a/n: dumb ass idea but i thought it would be funny. idk how stands work that much but well who cares
I can't belive I'm saying this (as a big time gooner) IM TIRED OF SMUT PLSSS WRITE SOMETHING ELSE , ITS ALL SMUT. WRITE AN ACTUALLY GOOD STORY IT CAN EVEN HAVE SMUT JUST NOT THE WHOLE THING PLEASEEEE. I WANT A CUTE STORY THATS NOT LIKE 1 CHAPTER
