JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Polnareff x Reader: "Questions"

Why had you fallen for him? How had you fallen for him? You had no idea. His hair was so tall and stiff, it made his head remind you of a stale French baguette. His massive pecs were always practically popping out of that stupid tank top of his. He always wooed you with the cheesiest pickup lines– He was the biggest idiot you had ever met!

So why did he make you feel this way?

It had begun after he had been attacked by the Ebony Devil. You were both snapping at each other while you healed his wounds. You were complaining about how naïve he was, he was complaining about harsh you were towards him. And suddenly, it just happened:

You firmly pressed your lips against his as his bandaged arms wrapped around your waist. Though his lips were soft, his kiss was rough as he slipped his fingers into your hair to pull you closer. You grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, running your hands up and down that glorious chest of his, groping and kneading his–

Holy crap, what the hell were you doing?

You suddenly pulled away, wiping a thin trail of saliva from your mouth, he looked somewhat annoyed and dejected.

"Mon amour–"

"D-Don't call me your 'amour'! I mean... umm..." you looked away to hide you sudden flush, but you saw his smirk out of the corner of your eye.

"You liked that, didn't you?" You pushed him in the shoulder and he winced because of his injuries. But still he persisted as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and gently stroked your cheek. "You want more, don't you?" You gritted your teeth as you placed your palm firmly on his chest, shoving his back down onto the bed as he gasped.

"You wish!" But you did want more. You wanted to take him, to tease him, to ride him as he screamed out your name. However something inside you wouldn't let that happen, you couldn't give him the satisfaction. Not yet at least.

After that, Mr. Joestar began forcing you to room with him. You bit your lip in anger and rolled your eyes as you whined, but they insisted that Polnareff had someone to protect him should another stand user attack him while he was alone in his room. You could see Pol's face flush with embarrassment. And yet he also smirked knowing you two would be sleeping in the same room for the next month or so.

No one else knew the strange tensions that were developing between you two. They seemed to notice how Polnareff would trail you around, compliment you incessantly, make suggestive comments, occasionally even admire your ass when you bent over, but that was just his normal behaviour, right? Surely a strong and capable woman such as yourself wouldn't fall for such underhanded tactics.

And that was what you told yourself every night as he forced you against the wall, lips trailing across your collarbone, hands gripping your hips firmly. You grappled into his ass as he ground his growing erection into your pelvis, as you gasped and arched your back as his palms slid up underneath your shirt. His supple lips left your flesh for merely a second as he flung your top to the side.

But you never let him get any further than this. Even if you wanted him, even if desired him more than anything else in the world. You just had too many questions.

Why did you want him? Was it just because her was the only one you had ever met who seemed to lust after you just as much as you lusted after him? Or were your reasons actually grounded in something more than sheer physical attraction? You weren't in love, you couldn't possibly be in love. Your heart had been broken too many times in the past for you to consent to loving someone so easily. But, If that was really the case, why were you always thinking about him? Why did you fantasise about his touch every night before you drifted off to sleep?