Vows- Jotaro Kujo x Reader

~Part 11~

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"W-What a-are y-you- "

You gazed... no you were indiscreetly gaping as Jotaro peeled his shirt off of his upper body. Every single muscle on his flawlessly toned back flexed at each movement. He tossed it onto his desk chair, left in only a pair of grey joggers as he turned to face you. You swallowed. Hard. As he ran his hand through his glossy black locks and looked at you with his piercing eyes.

His deep voice tore through the silence sending a barrage of chills shooting up and down your spine.

"What?"

You gulped as your eyes roamed over his lean figure, your (e/c) irises follow every line of the boy's chiseled physique. You felt the heat rushing up to your cheeks as your gazes remained locked. You bit your lip in frustration as you attempted to remove your hungry eyes from his stupidly beautiful form.

Oh.

Well this sucks.

You chastised yourself internally for allowing yourself to be such a perv at a time like this. You couldn't help but stutter as you spoke to him with your eyes averted.

"I-If you w-wanted to change, y-you could have just said s-so! I would have left the room!"

The stoic boy maintained his imperturbable expression plastered on his face as he gracefully walked over towards his bed.

The one your simping ass was sitting on.

You glanced around anxiously literally feeling sweat dribbling down your forehead as you pushed off of the mattress and attempted to make a swift journey to the bedroom door.

"Where are you going, (Y/n)."

His deep voice vibrated throughout your entire body causing you to stiffen. His words sounded more like a statement than a question.

You shuffled along the hardwood floor as you moved past him, shivering as your arm unintentionally grazed his bare skin.

"Oh um- I'm just going to grab a pillow!"

You chuckled nervously as you attempted to pick up your pace and escape this dreadfully humiliating situation(only for you apparently).

"There are plenty of pillows in this room for you to use."

You cursed under your breath as you attempted to piece together a valid excuse and escape the suffocating room. The room where you were trapped with Jotaro, and your traitorous feelings for him.

God damn it.

"I um."

Okay, (Y/n). You got this.

1.

2.

3. Run bitch.

You sprinted for the door like your damn life depended on it.

Unfortunately, Jotaro's movements were faster than yours as he swiftly skidded across the floor, blocking your only escape route. You gulped as he pressed his hand against the door frame, leaning against it. He looked at you from beneath his hair with a skeptical expression, cocking an eyebrow at your bizarre behavior.

"Like hell you're getting out of this one. Tell me what's wrong."

You wouldn't dare look into his eyes. You felt that your transparency would give him all of the answers he wants that you absolutely do NOT want him to know.

"I-"

You raised your hands in surrender, letting out a deep sigh. You didn't know what to say.

What were you supposed to do? Throw your arms around him and tell him you're hopelessly in love with him? HA! Absolutely not. You would rather die an excruciatingly agonizing death than confess to Jotaro. Death would be easier than that mortification and an inevitable merciless rejection he would lay on your pitiful self.