#jotar

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5: Polnareff

“Why are looking at me like that?”

You asked, looking over at the French-man across the room from you. The look he was giving you was suspicious...he was up to something. You sat up from your laying position on the couch, squinting your eyes. He didn’t say a word, he just smiled  that smile of his.

“Looking at you like what?” He got up from his seat at the small table near where you sat in the hotel room. You  moved away to the other end of the couch as he approached you.

“Whatever you’re doing...I prefer that you not...” You warned him. When he sat, his happy expression didn’t change, He moved himself closer to you.

“Am I not allowed to embrace mon amour when I crave to?” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you up against him. His bicep was snug against you.

“I suppose I’ll allow it.” You leaned against him willingly, shutting your eyes. He kissed the top of your head, which made you smile,

“Oh, what is that you have there?” He pulled away from you. You lifted a brow.

“What do you mean.” You looked  down at yourself and in your hands. You didn’t have anything. He then reached towards you, placing his hand on your side.

“This!” He pinched you and you let out a high pitched noise.

“Polnareff!” You tried to slap his hand away but instead he just reached his other hand over and proceeded to pinch your other side. You lurched forward, ramming your head into his chest.

“Stop! That tickles!” So this was his plan the whole time...to get close to you, make you feel safe...and then go in for the kill.

He continued his small pinches, sending small shocks throughout your body. His fingers moved up and down your upper body, reachingy our armpits. You began to curl up into a ball.

“Stop it! Stop!” You began to squeal, but that turned into a wild fit of giggling. It became hard to breathe as you grabbed his forearms tightly, stopping him. You lifted your head up, hair a complete mess.

“You better watch your back. You’re going to pay for this.”

8: Joot!

You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so big it fit you like a dress. It was a tad past your mid thigh. The sight of yourself in your boyfriends shirt. It made you grin. You sort of felt like you were committing some sort of crime. Secretly trying on his clothes.

“Is that my shirt?” You jumped at the voice that spoke. You hadn’t even heard the door slide open. A confused Jotaro stood there, brows furrowed, Was he angry? You could never tell.

“I-Uh..Just-” You then noticed Jotaro was smiling, the visor of his had covering his eyes as his head was angled down. You turned your body towards him, bringing your hands up to your mouth.

“Jotaro?” You tried to get his attention. He looked up then, giving you a once over. Your face became warm as he stepped towards you. He stood over you then, bringing a hand up to touch your face.

“Since when did you have permission to wear my clothes?” The look on his face made it hard for you to speak.

“I n-never did.” He leaned back, having another good look at you. The collar of his shirt came down to the middle of your chest and one sleeve came off your shoulder. You had your lounge shorts on underneath it, so your legs were bare.

“Just let me know next time you do this.” He looked back up at you with the smallest hint of a smirk.

“Well do.”

jotaro: i like aquatic animals dick

guy: ive heard that u like "doing things with them"

jotaro: ....*thinks* how does he know i play games with them?!?

*jotaro summons star platinum and kills him*

jotaro: now no one will find out

me: except the person who told him hehe it was me

star platinum: ...ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA! *star platinum punches and kills me