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"Take it easy!" Polnareff exclaimed as you reached upward, jumping to try and yank a bottle of water out of his hands.
He lifted the bottle up in the air on purpose, knowing you wouldn't be able to reach it, since he was a notable length taller than you. You knew he was just teasing you, but your ribs hurt like hell, and your throat was so dry you were going to go insane. Earlier that day your group had come across another stand user, defeating them quickly, but not without some scratches and broken bones. All of them being on you, of course, because like Jotaro stated, you were 'the dumbass who attacked first'. Joseph had done what he could to heal you up, and while resting at the hotel sounded like a good idea, Avdol advised that walking around a bit was probably the best thing you could do. Why, you weren't sure, but you never really questioned Avdol, you trusted him.
So here you are now, taking a walk around the small town you were staying in with Polnareff, smacking his arm because he wouldn't let you get a sip of water.
"Ouchhh!" He dramatically exclaimed, lowering the bottle to let you grab it.
You yanked the cold bottle out of his hands, chugging as much as you could after getting the cap off of it. Polnareff just watched in amazement, he didn't know you were quite that thirsty, if he did, he would've given you the bottle. Crushing the bottle down, you tossed it to the side of the road, and continued walking alongside the tall french man. You weren't quite sure where you were heading, but you knew that you'd be safe if Polnareff was here with you. You weren't quite sure how to explain it, but his presence was...warm, and protective.
The two of you continued to walk for quite a bit, the sun slowly falling in the warm orange sky. Polnareff's company was never unwelcomed by you, and honestly, this was one of the most calming walks you'd taken in your life, thanks to him. You expected he'd be cracking dumb jokes along the way, or finding some way to piss you off or make you blush, but he didn't. He just walked next to you in silence, quietly letting out sighs of content from time to time. You figured it was because he knew you were badly injured, and though you'd never tell him, you were thankful for his moments of kindness.
"The sun's about to go down, should we head back?" You asked.
You heard a quiet hum come from him before he spoke,"Can we keep walking? I know some place you'd really like," He smiled.
You stopped in your tracks, eyeing him suspiciously. He stopped ahead of you, turning around.
"What?" He questioned, motioning for you to come up next to him.
You folded your arms and huffed, raising a brow,"This better not be a joke or something."
He shook his head quickly, his cheeks a slight tint of pink,"N-No! I just want to show you something," He reassured you.
You could only nod your head and make your way up to him, before the two of you continued your walk.
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The sun was still in the sky, and you wondered how the air felt this good as Polnareff stopped, and turned toward you. You stopped beside him, your gaze looking out onto the field he'd led you to. It was a large, green area, every piece of ground being covered in some type of flower. You gasped at the beautiful sight, the variations of flowers and one lonely bench on a small hill welcoming you. You knew Jean would want to sit under the bench, because who wouldn't, the thing was right underneath a beautiful Sakura tree, and those small pink petals looked so beautiful when they flew away.
"Well?" He asked, waiting for your answer in suspense.
You were baffled, speechless. You'd dropped hints at the group before, stating that if they were to get you a departure gift after the trip, you'd like any kind of flower. Though you do remember getting drunk one night and stumbling to the hotel while gripping Jean's arm, and pointing to the pretty flowers as you'd pass them, you didn't expect him to remember any of that.
"I..." You struggled to find the words,"It's beautiful,"
He smiled happily next to you, watching as your eyes scanned the open area. You'd never seen anything this beautiful in your life, and who knew that Polnareff would be the one to lead you to it?
"Um..." You started,"..We have time, right?"
The french man checked his stop watch before putting it back into his pocket and nodding,"We do. But for what?"
He'd find out soon enough as you bolted out into the field, bringing your hands down low so you could feel every flower you passed. That is, before you got a sharp pain in your ribs, and collapsed on the soft ground.
"Chérie!" Polnareff yelled, running as fast as he could over to you.
You smiled softly and shook your head," 'M sorry Pol, I just got a really sharp pain in my ribs,"
He shook his head, and stood there for a moment in thought.
"Don't apologize, Chérie. If you want to run through this flower field, we will." He simply stated before picking you up bridal style.
You gasped quietly, but not from pain, from surprise. Jean's arms felt strong and warm as he picked you up, and you tried to settle down and not be too annoying in his grip. He looked down at you for a moment, his baby blue eyes holding your gaze for a good amount of time. You smiled and nodded your head, and off he went. He ran through the flower field carrying you, not too fast, and not too slow. Your eyes focused on the different types of flowers, and the way Polnareff would smile when you'd exclaim at a certain type of plant.
You couldn't help but look up at him as he ran, the golden sunlight hitting him just right, illuminating his strong jawline, and his piercing blue eyes. His earrings bounced adorably with each lunge, and the skin of his neck just looked oh, so soft, and so kissable...
"Okay, I..." He panted, slowing down and coming to a stop gradually,"I have to stop for a moment,"
His breathing was heavy, and his chest heaved with each breath he took. You nodded slowly, smiling up at him. Everything about him was just so...enticing right now. His soft, smooth skin, the light blush on his cheeks, the way his pecs gently moved when he took a step. He walked slowly with you in his arms, making his way to the small hill with the bench and Sakura tree on top of it. Of course he would.
He sat down on the bench, sitting you down next to him gently. The bench was cold beneath you in contrast to the warm air, and you sighed contently before looking out at the large field of flowers. The vast types of flowers were incredible, and you still couldn't help but try and pinpoint what type each of them were. Maybe you could get a little closer to them, except you'd walk, not run this time. You stood up slowly, and began walking down the hill carefully.
"Where're you going?" Jean's voice shook a little from the bench, as if he was scared you were leaving him.
You turned around and smiled gently,"I'm just gonna go pick a few flowers. I'll take it easy," You gave him a thumbs up.
He smiled back at you and nodded, so you turned back around and began walking toward a certain row of flowers. You picked one gently, trying your hardest not to disturb the ones around it. It was a pink lily, the color of the flower bringing you joy. Pink lily's weren't often found growing on street corner or in small gardens, so you appreciated the amount of them that were in the field. A yellow marigold caught your attention, and you turned quickly, picking it with excitement. You weren't quite sure what you were going to do with these, but you knew you wanted them for some reason. You went with your gut and continued to pick out beautiful flowers, ranging from sunflowers to zinnias. Once you had a good amount, you smiled contently, and made your way back to the bench. You had about two handfuls of flowers, and as you sat on the bench next to Polnareff, you sat the flowers next to you, and picked up the lily.
You smiled before holding it up to Polnareff,"Look how beautiful this one is..." You trailed off, simply admiring the beauty of the thing.
He nodded his head, though he seemed to be looking at you instead of the lily. You said nothing, and figured he was just trying to focus on your face so he would be able to tell if you were in any pain. Now, what to do with the lily? You could always throw it back out so the seed would replant itself, but you had a better idea. You brought your hand up slowly, and began to ruffle Polnareff's hair, letting it fall around his neck. He inhaled sharply and pulled back a bit.
"Hey! What's the big idea?" He questioned.
You laughed quietly,"I have a fantastic idea, Jean, I promise."
As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't even mad you'd touched his hair in the first place, he just didn't want to come off as too eager. He only pouted like a little child and scooted closer to you, letting you continue to settle his hair over his shoulders. Once it was all down you took a moment to admire him, the silver haired french man sitting in such nice posture even at a park bench. His cheeks were pink, and his eyes glanced from your eyes, to your lips, to your hands. You smiled softly before placing the lily in his hair, and he chuckled.
"Won't my hair smell like pollen or something after this, Chérie?"
You shook your head and laughed softly,"Not at all."
Picking up the marigold you smiled, and held it in front of the french man. You both gazed at it, taking your time to appreciate the beauty of it. What you didn't know was that Polnareff was looking at you, and not the flower. He was taking you in, watching your face contort in awe as you stared at the flower. He'd brought you here to make you feel better, to distract you from the pain. But now, all he could think about was telling you that he had feelings for you, and asking if you felt the same way. He wasn't quite sure why he felt so bold. Usually, he felt bold while flirting with other women. But with you, he felt...different. He didn't feel bold in the same way he did while flirting with random women. He felt like he actually had to impress you, or make you blush. He didn't just flirt with you just because he could, he liked you. He wasn't even sure if you knew.
"Beautiful..." He quietly whispered, his eyes staring at your figure.
You smiled, and leaned forward to put it in his hair,"I know, right? Marigolds are so pretty..." You trailed off, gently sticking it in his hair.
After about ten minutes you'd put a couple of flowers into his hair, and honestly, he looked cute as hell. You'd never tell the other crusaders about this, but you wished you could just snap a photo for safe keeping. Perhaps even make it your lock screen...maybe.
"All done?" He asked quietly, a disappointed tone in his voice.
You giggled quietly,"Yep! Don't sound so sad, Jean," You elbowed him slightly.
His cheeks flushed red as he rubbed the spot you'd elbowed him in. He didn't say anything, he just let his gaze fall on the flowers in the field, and he observed the way the sunlight was cascading over them. It added a pinkish orange hue to everything, which meant you only looked more cute in his eyes.
You on the other hand, were afraid that you said something wrong. It wasn't like Jean to go quiet all of the sudden, and not say anything about it. You scooted closer to him, turning to look up at his face. Goodness, when did he get this cute?
"Did I say something?" You asked quietly, your gaze focused on his face.
He turned toward you, smiling lightly,"N-No! I just, ah..."
Were you making him uncomfortable? Was he mad about his hair? Had you screwed something up?
"I have something to tell you, Chérie."
His tone was more serious than before, but it was softer, smoother. He gently grabbed your hands in his, and bit his lip in anticipation. He wasn't quite sure how to say it, but he knew he wanted to tell you.
"I like you...a lot," He started.
You sat quietly, listening intently and focusing on the way his lips moved when he spoke. His cheeks were beet red, and you couldn't help but find it cute.
"Well, ah, more than a lot. I guess what i'm trying to say, um..." He trailed off, losing confidence.
You knew there was no way you could let him lose confidence like that, so for his sake, you leaned forward, and connected your lips. His eyes opened wide at your action, but he soon melted into the kiss, his hands coming up to your breasts. You laughed quietly into the kiss at this, surprised by how straight forward he was being.
"Eager, are we?" You joked, bringing your arms up around his neck.
He flushed pink, and removed his hands quickly, before you spoke again.
"I didn't say stop, did I Jean?" You giggled.
Nodding his head he laughed a bit, before reaching his hands back up, and squeezing your breasts slowly. You whined quietly and connected your lips with his again, the kiss much needier this time. He pushed his tongue into your mouth dominantly, his hands groping you a bit harder now. You let out a breathy moan in which he captured in his own lips, eager to hear more noises akin to the one you'd just made.
His hands slowly made their way toward you hips, and he lifted you as gently as possible, setting you down on his lap carefully. You were honestly surprised he hadn't hurt you accidentally, but had no time to think about it before his hands went under your shirt. He pulled your bra up above your breasts, and yanked your shirt up with it. His mouth was on you within seconds, and you could feel your toes curl at the pleasure as you moaned his name quietly.
He spoke in between his ministrations, telling you just how much you meant to him, and how beautiful you were to him. You rocked your hips slowly, and he moaned against you, not expecting what you'd done. He brought his other hand around to your back, and lewdly pushed your hips downward so you'd make more contact with his clothed cock. His warm hand gently snaked its way down your pants, and he gripped your ass underneath your panties, squeezing a good amount, but not too hard.
"Mmh..." He groaned, running his tongue along the soft skin between your breasts.
You couldn't help but buck into him, the feeling of pleasure already almost overwhelming you. He kneaded your ass with such force, yet such care, you weren't sure what to make of it. All you knew was that you liked it, that was for sure. You felt a warm, thick finger tease your entrance, and that's when you realized he'd stopped squeezing your ass, and slid his hand down so he could finger you.
He looked up at you as if asking for consent, and you only nodded your head to give him a wordless reply. He slowly pushed one finger into you, relishing in the way you were squeezing around his finger. You ground down onto his finger impatiently, and apparently he got the message, as he added another finger slowly. He was doing everything in his power to not hurt you, though he wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless. You moved your hips up and down, pushing down so far that his fingers hit your g-spot. You let out a gasp, and he chuckled quietly, before continuing to suck on the soft skin above your breasts, and between them.
He wanted to mark you up, even though the other crusaders wouldn't see the marks. He wanted to know that you were his in his mind, and that this all wasn't just a dream like it had been the other night, that it was real, and that you liked him back.
He spoke softly, nibbling on your soft skin,"You're so soft, Chérie. So sweet."
Before you could yell at him for being mushy, he began to finger fuck you as fast as he could, and you became a moaning mess on top of him. Looking down, you saw his face was flushed, and he was focusing purely on your pleasure. Well, that, and leaving marks all over your chest.
"Mmh, ah, Pol..." You whimpered, the warm sun hitting your back as you bounced off of his fingers.
He smiled warmly, looking up at you. What he saw made him completely content. The sun illuminated your curves and dips, and your face was one of pure pleasure. He'd wanted to see this for so long, you, a moaning mess on top of him, gripping onto him tightly. There were many times when he wanted to indulge himself in you, and make you feel pleasure like you never had before. Often after bad fights, if you were crying, he'd want to kiss you right then and there, and take that pain away. He figured that'd be taking advantage of your emotional state though, and opted for waiting for the right time.
"What is it, bébé?" He hotly whispered against your skin, watching your face move in pleasure.
You were panting now, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he finger fucked you,"Hah, I'm gonna cum,"
He melted at your sweet voice, and once again attached his lips to your peak, gently licking the hard bud before sucking on it. You had no idea Polnareff could be this enticing, but you definitely weren't complaining.
"Are you cumming from just my fingers, bébé? You can't even wait for my cock?" He asked dirtily into your skin.
You moaned, arching your back as he hit your g-spot once again, and he noticed, and aimed to hit that spot multiple times after.
"God Jean, I can't help it, f-fuck! Feels so good," You whined.
He bit his lip, looking up at you. What he was seeing right now was any mans' wet dream.
"What feels good, baby?" He asked in a whisper.
Of course, he knew what felt good. He just wanted to hear you say it, and you had no problem with that.
"Your fingers," You whimpered,"Nng-feel so good, fuck,"
"Good girl," He cooed, fucking you brutally with his fingers now.
It only took a few thrusts for you to fall apart, your vision going white, and your walls clenching around his fingers. You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his, your eyes shut gracefully. Holy shit, you just came hard. You felt him slowly take his fingers out of you before reaching for his own pants, but he stopped. You weren't quite sure why, though.
"Are you alright to keep going, ma petite fille?" He asked quietly, his warm fingers running over the skin on your stomach.
You smiled and could feel your heart melt from his words. It made you blush like nothing had before, the thought that Polnareff was concerned about you. Nonetheless you nodded your head softly.
"Please, Pol..." You whispered.
He smiled warmly before trying to tug his pants down, and failing miserably. You chuckled and helped him, eventually getting them down to his ankles. He reached for the waistband of his boxers, and as he slid them down, you took the time to take your pants off. Looking down, you were not expecting Polnareff to be quite this big. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you stared at his length in awe.
"W-What is it?" Jean choked out, worried.
You looked up at him through lidded eyes, your cheeks flushed in arousal,"It's nothing, Jean," You whispered, straddling him and pulling your panties to the side,"You're just so fucking big," You whined, reaching down to stroke his length.
He inhaled sharply at your words and your hand, and he began to gently kiss across your neck,"Mmh, are you sure you can take all of it, baby?" He moaned against your skin.
You noted that Polnareff was one for dirty talk, and decided to answer him in the most seductive tone you could muster up.
"God, I hope so..." You whined, positioning his length at your entrance.
You gently rubbed the tip of his hard cock against your sex, soaking him in your juices from events prior. He moaned as he felt how wet you were, and his hands came around to grip your hips sternly. You decided you could tease him a bit more, so you gently plunged just the tip into yourself, and then pulled him back out quickly. He whined, but you continued to do this every couple of seconds, smearing your juices onto him the most you could.
"Come onnnnn babyyyyy," He whined,"Just let me fuck you already..."
You chuckled quietly before positioning yourself, and then sinking down onto him. The both of you let out guttural groans, Polnareff's lips coming to the skin of your neck to suck more marks into it. You went to lift your hips but he stopped you, holding you in place firmly. What had you done wrong? Was he mad at you?
"Let me do it, ma petite fille. You're hurt," He said softly, his eyes glazed over with a cloud of softness.
You'd never seen Jean this soft, and looking down at him, you let out an audible 'aw..'
His cheeks flushed, and you could tell he was slightly embarrassed, but he continued on, and gently sunk himself into you before pulling out again. He did this a couple of times slowly, just to make sure you were properly stretched out and you were ready. He didn't want to hurt you, that was the last thing he'd wanted to do. You moaned quietly as he hit your sensitive spot, but he aimed away from it the next time he thrust, not wanting things to end just yet. He wanted to take his time with you, and savor the feeling of your tight, wet heat around him. He wanted to remember all of the small whines and pants you were making, and all of the quiet begging you were doing.
"So big, fuck...so full, mmh, Pol..." You whined.
He relished your dirty words, thrusting into you faster, picking up his pace over time. He would never get tired of hearing those dirty words that would come out of your mouth, or those cute little pants you were doing in between thrusts. This was absolute bliss for him, and he hoped it was the same for you.
On top of him, you were struggling to find words, his length filling you to the brim. God, he felt so big, and he stretched you out so nicely. It may have been because you hadn't had sex in a bit, but you were sure Polnareff was the best fuck you'd had. The way his warm hands gripped your hips, his soft lips nipped at your skin, and his girthy length stretched you out all worked in unison to make you feel pure bliss.
You took your time to take in his appearance, his pecs bouncing as he fucked up into you, his skin soft and shiny with sweat. It was then that you realized holy shit, Polnareff was fucking you, and holy shit, this massive hunk of a man was being so gentle with you it was crazy. He let out soft pants, sometimes squeezing his eyes closed if the pleasure became too much for a moment.
"You're so soft, mon ange. So sweet and kind," He whined as he thrust into you with brutal force, slamming into your g-spot,"Dieu, I never want to stop fucking you, nng-"
You could feel yourself squeeze your walls around him at his dirty talk, and evidently he liked that, as he sucked a rather harsh hickey into your neck, the mark turning dark purple. You couldn't help but bounce yourself off of his cock, his tip reaching in just far enough to slam into your soft spot, before vanishing. Jean couldn't help but look down, watching his length disappear inside of you. It was intoxicating, the way your sex was swallowing his up, and the noises you were making. He leaned forward to flick a soft stripe over one of your nipples, the sensation making you shiver.
You whimpered, a cold chill running down your spine,"So good, Pol, you feel so-shit! so fucking good,"
He decided to prod a bit,"Mmh, is that so, mon ange?" He smirked.
In your haze of bliss, you didn't realize he was just teasing you, so you replied, and with full intent on getting him to fuck you as fast as he could.
"Yesss, fuck-! You're so big Pol," You whined,"Stretching me out so good, hah..."
Hearing you dirty talk sent shivers down Jean's spine, and part of him wanted to make sure that he was the only one you'd ever talk like that to. That he was the only one who you'd let fuck you like this, and make you feel this good. He wanted to hear you say it.
"Mmh, fuck. You're mine, aren't you?" He softly questioned into your skin.
You could feel yourself tighten around him as he said that, god was he turning you on to the max.
"God fuck, yes, yours Jean, I'm yours-!" You exclaimed, tightening your grip on his shoulders.
That was it for him, the rope in his mind snapping before he pounded up into you as fast as he could. The both of you let out a mantra of noises, your high pitched moans being the most heard.
"Good girl, fuck-so good for me baby," He cooed into your skin, slamming up into you the hardest he could.
It all just felt too good, his warm hands gripping your sides, his teeth and tongue on your neck, and his cock stretching you out and filling you to the brim-
"Fuck! Fuck fuck Jean, I'm cumming, I'm cumming-" You moaned, burying your head in his neck.
He could feel you pulsate around his cock, and after a few more thrusts, he came inside of you, hot white ribbons stringing along your walls. You both were panting, and Jean took his time pulling out of you, showering you in soft kisses and telling you just how good you were for him. He helped you get dressed and you helped him, soft compliments and sweet nothings being shared between the two of you. He picked you up bridal style, and began carrying you back to the hotel the crusaders were staying at.
"The flowers!" You whisper-yelled, gently beginning to pick them out of his hair and toss them to the ground.
He smiled gently, keeping his gaze on the dark street that he was carrying you on,"Thank you, Chérie. I think they'd make fun of me if they saw those..." He trailed off in a sigh.
You put your fists up as you took the last flower out of his hair, pretending to be angry,"Well if they make fun of you, i'll beat 'em up!"
He chuckled lightly, carrying you the rest of the way in silence.
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Polnareff walked silently with you asleep in his arms, reaching the hotel room the two of you were sharing quickly. Not without an interruption, though. He'd bumped into Jotaro and Kakyoin in the halls.
"Is she okay?" Kakyoin asked, rushing to Jean's side.
He shushed him, concerned for the amount of sleep you'd get,"Shh! She's fine, she just fell asleep," He smiled down at you.
Jotaro laughed quietly,"And why would that be?" He asked, pulling his hat down.
Jean's face flushed,"P-Probably because she's hurt. Now let me through!" He whisper-yelled, pushing through the two of them to get inside of the hotel room.
He shut the door quietly, and what he didn't know was that outside of it, Kakyoin and Kujo were absolutely losing it. It was obvious what had happened, Jean's face being pink, as well as the fact that there were visible hickeys on your neck. Jean just hoped they wouldn't bring it up tomorrow morning.
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The next morning you yawned, stretching as you opened your eyes. Jean was standing at the door, ready to leave.
"Mmh-" You rubbed your eyes,"Polpol? Where're you going?..." You sleepily asked.
He turned, smiling,"To breakfast, ange. Come down whenever you're ready,"
You nodded and he left, closing the door quietly. You decided you should probably go get breakfast, you were starving anyway.
You got up and got dressed, your mind wandering on the night prior. You appreciated Polnareff's kind words as he helped you get dressed, and the way he carried you back to the hotel. You'd fallen asleep on your way to the hotel, but you assumed the crusaders hadn't given him too much trouble about it. Hopefully.
You opened your hotel room door and made your way downstairs, your stomach growling in anticipation for some food. The group smiled and waved you over as they saw you in the dining room of the hotel, Polnareff's face lighting up bright pink. You wondered why, but didn't ask, and grabbed a plate of pancakes instead. You took a seat next to Kakyoin, smiling gratefully before digging in.
There was an awkward silence that you weren't used to. Something had to be up.
"So," Joseph started, pointing his fork toward you,"You get beat up by another stand user last night?"
You furrowed your brows in confusion, before taking a bite of your pancake and shaking your head. Everyone but Polnareff chuckled, and that's when you realized what was going on. Polnareff had given you multiple hickeys yesterday, some of them visible, others not. You only came down in your normal attire, no turtle neck or anything special, so you assumed most of the bruises were visible.
You smirked and pointed your fork toward Polnareff, swallowing your bite of pancake,"Why don't you ask him what happened?"
Everyone burst into a fit of laughter, Polnareff's face lighting up bright red. You'd never seen him this flustered, and it was adorable.
"Looks like someone has possessive issues," Kakyoin fake coughed into his napkin, which only made everyone laugh harder.
You were never going to hear the end of this.