JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Jotaro x Reader: "Take a Break"

You stared out into the rolling waves. The sun was just beginning to set over the blue horizon, the seagulls were surprisingly silent, and only the roar of the ocean soothed your senses. A smile tugged at your lips as you wrapped the thin robe tighter around your shivering form, a cool wind blowing in from the west. It might have been the most beautiful sight you had ever beheld, however there was one small problem: he wasn't there beside you.

Jotaro wasn't the one to blame. It was just his nature to work all day, all night, breakfast lunch and dinner. You admired his dedication, his passion. It was sometimes even cute in a way: over the two years you had spent with him, you made a point to get him little presents whenever he seemed upset. Specifically, you bought him stuffed animals. Your shared bed was littered with seven dolphin plushies, five starfishes, three sharks, two whales, and a sea turtle. Each time you showed up to bed with a new friend he would shake his head and smile. You lived for the times when you could see that smile.

But lately, you had seen it less and less often. His work seemed to be taking over his life almost entirely. You two had moved down to that lovely little beach house so he could continue his research, and you weren't that far from the city so you could take your classes as well. However, lately, he rarely ventured outdoors, always writing papers and poring over research at his desk.

And now you were alone, staring off into the sunset. You had told him you were going for an evening swim, invited him to join even. Of course, he had said nothing, so you merely kissed him on the cheek before heading out the door.

Your fingers had unknowingly reached up to touch your lips as you remembered the kiss, and the so many kisses that had come before it. You gritted your teeth in frustration. Now was probably as good a time as ever to go back to the house, to comfort him, to wrap your arms around his neck and shower him in kisses so matter how he tried to push you away.

You knew he loved you, even if he didn't say it that often. But he was so close to finishing his degree, and because of that he was pushing himself harder than ever. It probably wasn't good for him, and besides, you needed some love too.

The screen door creaked open as you tiptoed into the quiet house. Occasionally you would find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, papers spread out haphazardly over the coffee table. But he usually preferred to hole up in his study. You smiled as an idea popped into your head, and you skipped to the kitchen, prying open the freezer door. Carefully, you placed two small ice cream mochis onto a little plate (you'd come back for more if it turned out he hadn't eaten dinner yet).

You balanced the dish on your hand as you crept to the study room, opening the door as quietly as you could. The room was dim, the computer screen being almost the only lighting. He sat at the desk as usual, leaning back into his chair, silent and motionless. You were as quiet as you could possibly be as you set the plate down on an adjacent table. Then you crept behind his chair.

"Jotaro," you whispered into his ear, sliding your palms down his firm and muscular chest. You hung over the back of the chair, snuggling up into his neck as far as you could.

But he didn't move. No squirming and muttering under his breath, no craning his neck to kiss your cheek then tell you to go away.

"Jotaro?" You tiptoed quietly to the side of his desk chair, crouching so you could peek under the rim of his hat to see his face. And your heart melted. Those surprisingly soft and kissable lips of his were just parted as his chin nodded against his chest. His eyelashes dropped down, tickling his cheeks, and his expression was so soft and serene... You blushed even looking at him, poor baby!

He was usually such a light sleeper, so quick to wake if you so much as rolled over in bed. But now he nodded off in the chair so peacefully. On one you really craved his warmth in your bed that night, as he'd been falling asleep on the couch so often lately. On the other hand, you couldn't bear to interrupt his dreams. You gently removed his fingers from where they had fallen limp on the keyboard, trying to remove the string of gibberish he had accidentally typed into his research paper. You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb as you set it in his lap. Sighing, you placed one final kiss on the corner of his mouth.