He Let You Paint His Nails. You Owe Him For The Week

Part 2/4

It was only day three of their arrangement—day two of navigating Jotaro Kujo’s unpredictable mind. Day one had already left her shaken in the best way: backed into the library shelves, lips bitten raw as he pressed her into silence while taking exactly what he wanted. She hadn’t protested. She never did. But his shamelessness in public settings always left her breathless, torn between panic and pleasure. Now, she sat rigid in her homeroom seat, the distant noise of her classmates' conversations barely registering. Her focus narrowed to one thing: what he would do next. The suspense gnawed at her, especially when he finally strolled into the classroom and took his seat beside her without a word. Unbothered. Expressionless. As if nothing wicked had ever happened between them. For a fleeting second, she believed maybe he was letting her off easy today. Then came the faint click of a remote. And her whole body tensed.

A/N: Shiiii Idk why I forgot about my plans to do other parts to this series. It wasn’t until someone commented about doing a second part that I remembered, oof. It’s an old drawing series with my old art style so I try not to remember haha. Anyway, part lll will be next :)