can I request pt4 Josuke, pt3 Jotaro, and pt5 Mista cuddling naked with s/o? no sex or nsfw stuff just fluff please? if not that’s totally fine :) have a great day/night! 💕
The creek burbles lazily in the background, the only sound beside the soft rustle of trees swaying in the breeze. Josuke hums and sighs as he stretches out on the bank, his uniform jacket now spread out on top them like a makeshift blanket. It’s a little damp from the swim, but he doesn’t care. He leans back with his arms behind his head, eyes closed, basking in the simple, quiet joy of being here—just the two of them, far from the noise of the school and the world.
His partner lies beside him, their bare shoulder just brushing his, but the closeness feels comforting, like the whole world has faded away. They’re both still damp from the creek, skin glowing in the fading sunlight, and Josuke can’t help but smile at the peacefulness of it all.
“You know,” Josuke says, his voice low and relaxed, “this was way better than class.”
His partner lets out a soft, amused laugh, their hand casually resting on his arm. “Definitely. I think I’ll skip class more if this is the kind of reward we get.” Their voice is light, but Josuke can feel the warmth in it—no stress, no worries.
Josuke smiles to himself. "You’re probably right. I mean, who needs a history test when you can just..." He trails off, gesturing lazily toward the creek where they swam only moments ago, the cool water now distant and inviting. “...this?”
His partner hums in agreement, the soft sound drifting over him like a breeze. “Yeah… it’s nice. I forget sometimes how good it feels to just... let go. No rushing, no schedule to follow. Just you and me, like last summer.”
Josuke shifts slightly, turning on his side to face them, propping his head on his arm. His eyes meet theirs—gentle, soft, like they’re sharing some unspoken secret. There’s a peaceful intimacy in the quiet between them, something deeper than words. The way their fingers brush, the way they breathe in sync.
“I’m glad I met you last summer,” Josuke says quietly, his voice almost a whisper. He doesn’t need to say more. His partner knows. You always know.
You look at him, smile warm and genuine, his eyes glinting back with affection. “Yeah? Well I’m glad I met you too.”
There’s something tender in their gaze, and for a moment, Josuke forgets everything else—the test, the pressure of his unusual families expectations. In this space, in this moment, it’s just him and you.
Without another word, Josuke pulls your lips closer, his arm draping around your waist, tucked beneath the warmth of his jacket. You let out a content sigh, and Josuke’s fingers gently rake through your hair, resting firmly on the back of your neck. He pulls away and smiles warmly as you sheepishly trace patterns on his bare chest, the touch light and soothing.
“I think I could get used to this.” Josuke murmurs after a beat, making you hum dreamily, however a playful edge to his voice quickly reminds you of how rebellious your man is, “And we’ll be the first to get a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for sure this time!”
You can’t help but laugh and rest your head against his shoulder. For a while, you simply lie there, the two of you listening to the creek’s song lulling you into a peaceful silence. Josuke feels your warmth against him, and you feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed into the moment. It’s still early, there’s no rush, no need to go anywhere. Time stands still for them just a little while.
