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It had been a long, hot day. Hours out in the unforgiving desert sun as you waited for any word about Dio’s hiding spot. None came, however, and you all were forced to call it a day and retreat in for the night, having lost the day in waiting.
You couldn’t complain too much, though, as you were sweaty and probably sunburnt from all those hours outside. Not to mention exhausted and jetlagged from your flight this morning.
As everyone shuffled into their respective rooms at that evening's lodging, you realized just how much of your time lately was spent shuffling from hotel to motel. Though you supposed that would’ve been much the same had you tagged along with these folks or not.
You crept into your room, kicking off your boots and setting down your belongings. You were eager for a nice, refreshing shower. You fished what few essentials you had brought along out of your bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Although you were practically one of the guys at this point, you certainly didn’t have to smell like one.
When you were finished, the bathroom door opened with a cloud of steam. You quickly changed into your more comfortable set of clothes and started to get ready for bed, hoping for a restful sleep unlike the many nights you experienced while you were away.
When you finished brushing your teeth and partially drying your hair, you crawled into your bed, burrowing under the covers and lying still in the darkness.
A restful sleep never came, however. Being alone in this hotel room just reminded you of the several miserable days you’d just come out of. But more than that, your mind was starting to spin with questions and concerns.
What was going to happen next? You were about to truly, finally, face the wicked man who’d set this journey into motion for you in the first place. You were so frightened, so anxious. What if you didn’t survive? What if your companions didn’t survive? There was so much uncertainty, your stomach was beginning to turn at all the possibilities.
Alone with your thoughts here, you thoughts began to run out of control, questioning and stressing over every little thing that crossed your mind.
What if… You went to see Polnareff? You knew where his room was. It wasn’t that late, surely he’d still be up, right? He probably wouldn’t mind if you popped in for just a moment. Besides, it was only fair that he give you some free therapy after the many times you’d done it for him.
You crawled back out of bed, grabbing your key and creeping out into the hallway, not bothering to put any shoes on. You padded quietly down the flight of stairs until you reached Polnareff’s floor.
You wandered the hall for a moment until you came upon his door, pausing for a moment as you considered just how foolish you were starting to feel. You took a breath. In a moment of impulsivity and silliness, you knocked on the door lightly.
You waited for a moment, but nothing happened. Just as you were about to turn on your heels and leave, you heard shuffling from the other side, and then the door swung open.
Polnareff stood before you, in sweatpants and no shirt, his hair loose and unstyled, falling around his shoulder in perfect waves. He looked exactly how he did in your near-death fever dream. Your heart skipped a beat as you met with his sleepy eyes. This finally snapped you out of your trance, as you guiltily realized you’d probably just woken him up.
“(Y/n?)?” He asked, voice still low from the sleep.
Your face flushed as you really started to think about just how silly this was, and how rude you were being to wake the Frenchman up after such a long day.
“Ah I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, I’ll get going and you can go back to bed.” You mumbled quickly, preparing to leave as your body burned with embarrassment.
“No, wait, what’s the matter?” He asked, starting to sound a little more awake then.
“It really wasn’t anything I just… I couldn't sleep. I was hoping maybe you couldn’t either…” You muttered sheepishly, feeling too embarrassed to look at him now.
He chuckled softly, and you watched the bottom of the door as it pulled open and he stepped out of the way to let you inside.
“I was sleeping, but I’m sure I’ll rest even better now that I’m getting to see you.” He said in his usual flirty tone, although you could tell he was genuine underneath it. You playfully swatted him in the shoulder, laughing as you followed him inside.
He sat down on his unmade bed, and beckoned you to sit beside him. You did, slowly, nervously.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind? It only seems right that the tables are turned now.” He said warmly, and you could feel his eyes on you.
“Well I just… Couldn’t sleep. I just started to feel so worried about what’s going to happen. Everything is so unclear right now…” You trailed off, toying with a loose string on your shirt. “And I spent the last several days wallowing alone in a hotel room, so being in that situation again seemed to just make it worse.” You laughed nervously. “I guess I just didn’t want to be alone right now.”
You heard movement beside you, still too embarrassed to look, and suddenly two big arms were wrapped around you. You let out a little squeak of surprise as Polnareff embraced you, him sitting to your side with his chin rested on your shoulder.
“Everything is still up in the air… But I think it’ll all work out. Everyone’s prepared to fight this battle, despite the uncertainty.” He hummed quietly.
“That’s true, but… What if I’m not strong enough? What if I slow everyone down again?”
“I think you are strong enough. You took out nearly all of us back in India, mon amour. And the Anubis stand was nearly invincible, it even gave Jotaro a run for his money.” You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he spoke, and you reached out to grab one of his hands that was wrapped around your shoulders. “Besides, you’ll be right by my side, and I won’t let anything happen.”
“Thank you, Polnareff…” You murmured, laughing a little. You turned your head to press your forehead against his. “I think I could stay like this forever.” You whispered, although your face was hot and the butterflies were swarming in your stomach.
“Perhaps we should.” He replied, and cracked a smile. You flashed one in return, and in a truly out of character burst of impulse, you leaned your face forward and pressed your lips against his.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he returned this kiss, his lips pressed against yours in a heated exchange. His hand traveled up to your face, his warm fingers cradling your cheek. You turned in your seat to face him, reaching out your arms to wrap around his neck.
Things continued like that for a moment, until you finally pulled away, breathless. You stared into his eyes, your face flushed, and couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. You reached out and grabbed both of his hands in yours, interlacing your fingers.
“Can I… Stay here tonight? With you?” You asked nervously.
“I didn’t plan on letting you leave.” He said, voice dripping with charm. In one swift movement, he pulled you forward, falling onto his back with you pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your back as your face was nestled in the crook of his neck.
How strange it was that you were here, tangled up in Polnareff’s arms like this. Yet, it all felt so right.
As your mind swirled with thoughts, you were quickly pulled away by the feeling of Polnareff’s hands traveling up and down your sides now. Gentle, suggestive movements as his fingers trailed along your body. Your breath caught in your throat as you tilted your head to look up at him. He stopped suddenly, hand resting on your hip as he met your eyes.
“Is this okay?” He asked, hands unmoving as he waited for your response.
You grinned, and nodded your head, muttering an ‘mhm’ as you propped yourself up to face him. You pressed your lips against his, hotter and needier this time, as he melted under your touch.
His hands continued their work, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other drifted up to your chest. He massaged your breast as his tongue brushed against your mouth, you eagerly parting your lips to allow him access.
You let out a moan, muffled against his lips as he continued to grope you. His hands reached for the bottom of your shirt, giving it a gentle tug and breaking the kiss as if to ask for permission to take it off. You smiled, and gave him a quick peck to reassure him.
You sat up to give him better access, now fully straddling him as he pulled off your top to reveal your bare chest. He let the shirt fall to the bed, hands returning to your body and resting on your hips. He just lay there, staring at you, and you started to feel self-conscious.
Your arms moved, almost on instinct, to cover your chest. Your face flushed, feeling exposed as his eyes drifted over your body.
As soon as your arms were covering your chest, he reached up to pull them away.
“No, (Y/n)… You’re beautiful.” He tugged your arms out of the way, replacing them with his own hands on your bare breasts, squeezing gently. “You’re so beautiful, mon amour… I just couldn’t believe my eyes…”
One arm snaked around your back, pulling you closer to him as he sat up to put his mouth on the now exposed breast where his hand had left.
His mouth enclosed around your nipple, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while his hand rubbed and pinched.
A gasp left your lips as his mouth made contact, quickly melting into a moan as your hands traveled up to tangle in his disheveled white hair.
Your hips ground against his involuntarily, feeling his now growing bulge pressed flush against your warmth.
His mouth and hand continued their ministrations, only stopping to press kisses to your chest, slowly working his way up your neck, kiss-by-kiss until he reached your lips once more.
It was a wet, messy kiss. Both of you unable to get enough as your lips crashed together.
In a flash, his grip around you tightened as he turned you around and laid you down on the bed, your positions now flipped as he positioned himself over top of you.
His lips met yours again, one hand propping himself up on the bed while the other traveled back down your body before stopping at your inner thigh. He squeezed it, before pulling away to look at you expectantly.
You couldn’t help but smile at just how delicate he was with you, so slow and deliberate and stopping at every turn to ask if you wanted to continue.
You gave him an eager nod, and he dove right back in to kiss you as his hand moved between your legs. He rubbed you over your clothes, causing another moan to escape your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your nails dug into his back while his hand slipped below the waistband of your shorts and into your underwear.
His hand moved up and down your folds in long movements, before his fingers rubbed circles around your entrance. His now wet fingers traveled up to your clit, using your slick as lube to rub circles on the sensitive bud.
“Mm… Polnareff…” You moaned as he pulled away to press kisses on your neck and chest once more, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, though not enough to leave a mark.
“You can call me Jean, mon cheri.” He whispered into your skin as his mouth traveled further down your body, until he was pressing kisses to your lower abdomen. His fingers still rubbing circles all the while, bringing you closer and closer to hitting that high.
“Jean…” You whispered breathily, and suddenly his fingers stopped their work and his hand slipped out of your shorts. You looked down at him, eyes pleading until both of his hands hooked under your waistband.
You smiled and nodded, giving him approval to tug off your shorts and panties. He let both articles fall to the floor, and you instinctively closed your legs at the sudden exposure and rush of cool air.
His hands gripped your thighs and slowly spread your legs, placing kisses up and down as he positioned himself between them.
“Mm.. You’re so… Gorgeous… Mon amour…” He murmured in between kisses, traveling upwards until he reached your sex.
You felt his hot breath, before his mouth was pressed against you and his tongue began taking long swipes up and down your folds.
“Mm~! Jean!” You moaned, your hands finding their way back to his hair and grabbing handfuls with a gentle tug.
His tongue moved faster at your reaction, and your legs pressed against the side of his face, reflexively trying to close at the stimulation. His fingers gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him and pressing his face further into you.
His tongue swirled your entrance, then moving up to your clit to lick small, deliberate circles. His tongue stopped, only to be quickly replaced by his lips to suck greedily on the sensitive bud. You gasped once more at the intense stimulation, pulling a little harder at his tousled white hair.
A hand left your thigh and moved between your legs. A finger began teasing your entrance, which was dripping with arousal from the work his mouth was doing.
Slowly, he pressed the digit into you, moving carefully and giving your body time to adjust as he continued to lick and suck on your clit.
Every movement he made was so slow and deliberate, never taking things too quickly and always moving gently. When his palm was flush with your sex, he started to pump his finger in and out of you, curling it slightly to reach that sweet spot inside of you.
You could feel the warmth growing in your stomach as he continued, finger steadily pumping inside of you before carefully adding another, allowing you time to adjust before continuing. His mouth never leaving your folds as he greedily sucked and swirled and licked.
The pressure was building, and as his fingers curled inside of you and his mouth sucked firmly on your clit, the band inside of you finally snapped.
You reached your release with a moan of his name, fingers still tangled in his hair and thighs pressed firmly to his face. Your legs shook, and his pace slowed as you came down from that high.
He pulled away from you with a smile, using the back of his hand to wipe your fluids from his face.
He moved back up to kiss you, hands moving right back on to your chest as he massaged your breasts once again.
“You taste… Amazing, mon amour.” He moaned breathily, dipping his head to suck gently on your neck. You just giggled nervously, face hot from embarrassment at his comment.
You placed both your hands on his chest signaling him to stop, and he did immediately, pulling away with a concerned look.
“Your turn.” You said boldly, pushing his chest a little and urging him to lie back.
He flopped down beside you, and you wasted no time climbing on top again and straddling his hips. It was your turn now to press kisses down his naked chest, causing him to shiver at your gentle touch.
As you moved down, you slipped a teasing finger below his waistband, still peppering kisses on his abdomen.
When your mouth reached the hem of his pants, your fingers hooked under fully now, and you looked up at him for reassurance, just as he did for you.
He nodded eagerly, and you continued your movements, tugging off his pants and boxers to reveal his throbbing member. Your eyes widened a little at the sight, as Polnareff kicked off his clothes the rest of the way, letting them fall out of sight.
His size was impressive, with a slight curve and pink tip glistening with precum.
You wrapped your fingers around him, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to the tip before licking the dripping slit. Polnareff moaned your name, his hips bucking at the stimulation and his hands reaching out to grip your arms.
Slowly, you took him in your mouth, swirling circles around his tip with your tongue before taking as much of his length down your throat as you could handle.
Slowly, you bobbed up and down a few times, stroking him with your hands when your jaw needed a break.
You would’ve been happy to continue, but he placed a hand on your cheek, signaling you to stop.
You pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting you and him. You wiped away the drool and fluid dripping down your chin, before crawling up to give him a peck.
You lay down beside him, as you switched places once more and he came to lean over you. He dove in for another long kiss, not caring in the slightest about his taste still lingering on your lips.
His body was between your legs, and he leaned back to adjust, before looking up at you with such genuine warmth and affection in his eyes.
“Is this okay? Are you ready?” He asked softly, his rough, yet warm hand rubbing comfortingly up and down your calf.
“Yes, Jean, of course.” You murmured in reply, inching your body closer to him.
He smiled, and placed a soft kiss on your knee.
Reaching back down, he ran his cock along your folds a few times, preparing you to take him before positioning himself at your entrance.
When he was lined up, he slowly pressed into you, allowing you to adjust to every inch before moving any further.
You gasped, which quickly turned into a moan as he moved and began to stretch you. Even just the head was filling you up perfectly.
So carefully and slowly he pushed further, until he bottomed out inside of you with his hips pressed flush against yours.
“Mm… Jean… You feel so good…” You whispered in between gasps, hands on his shoulders now as your nails dug into his skin.
When you’d fully adjusted to his size, he started to move his hips. Each thrust was hitting you in the perfect spot, every single movement eliciting yet another gasp or moan.
He pushed your legs up and over his shoulders, starting to pick up the pace now.
The new position made everything hit even deeper now, one of your hands falling away from his body to grip the sheets beneath you as the bed started to rock.
“God, (Y/n)… You’re perfect… You’re the most beautiful woman… I’ve ever laid eyes upon…” He whispered, in between thrusts and groans. He pressed his face against your leg over his shoulder, placing a sloppy kiss to your skin before biting you softly. “You’re doing such a good job for me, mon cheri.”
One hand gripped your thigh, while the other moved between your legs to begin rubbing circles on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second climax.
His hips were moving at a steady pace now, the bed rocking and creaking with every swift movement. That pressure was building inside of you once again as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“Mon amour… I’m close…” He stuttered out, his breathing growing ragged as he continued to rock back and forth.
Your hands gripped him tighter, your walls fluttering around him as his constant stimulation pushed you over the edge.
“Jean- I’m-“ You moaned, unable to finish your sentence as you were finally pushed to your limit and the warmth grew inside of you.
You felt his cock twitching inside of you as his thrusts became rougher and unsteady.
You were already gasping for breath as his final thrusts came, harder and slower now.
You felt him release inside of you on the last thrust, warm fluid coating your overstimulated walls. His cock pushed it deeper inside of you as he rode out his climax and his movements finally slowed to a stop.
He let your legs fall from his shoulders, his now- softening cock still inside of you as he laid his head on your stomach. You were both still gasping for air, breathing heavy and ragged as you brought up a hand to stroke his face.
“You were perfect, mon amour…You are perfect.” He murmured affectionately, finally pulling out of you and crawling up to lay beside you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you closer to him until your warm bodies were pressed against each other. “You’re the most incredible thing in the world.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into your hair.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” You teased, turning to face him and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“I live to please you, mon coeur.” He replied, and you laughed softly, reaching up your hand to rub up and down his arms.
You both laid like that for several minutes, until you made a feeble attempt to reach for your clothes scattered on the side of the bed.
He groaned as you shifted, his grip around you tightening.
“Let me up for a moment, Jean. I need to get dressed.” You tried to tug a little harder, but his hold on you was unwavering.
“Mm… Why can’t we just sleep like this?” He muttered sleepily, and you rolled your eyes.
“What if the old man barges in here at six in the morning and we’re tangled up asleep in our birthday suits?!” You pressed your hands against his chest, still trying to get out of his clutches. “I don’t think any of us want to experience that!”
“Ugh, fine.” He whined, finally releasing you as you crawled out of bed and gathered up your clothes from their mess on the hotel floor.
When you were fully clothed again, you balled up his sweatpants and threw them at the Frenchman, hitting him square in the face and startling him out of his half-asleep state.
He tugged them off his face to reveal the most heartbreaking expression, big blue puppy dog eyes looking up at you pathetically.
You pouted at him, only feeling a little bad about your dirty move.
“I’m sorry Jean, would you like me to kiss it better?” You asked teasingly, and he nodded sadly as you crawled back into bed and curled up next to him.
You leaned into kiss him, but stopped an inch from his face, pressing a finger to his lips.
“I will, but only if you put those on. I absolutely refuse to explain this to Mr. Joestar if he walks in on you naked tomorrow.”
The Frenchman pouted at you, before shimmying into his pajama pants, sans underwear, and pulling the blankets up to your chin. He enveloped you in another embrace, his massive form practically swallowing you up.
When you were properly snuggled back in, he looked at you expectantly, making a kissy face at you as he waited for what you promised.
You rolled your eyes, although you were unable to keep up your facade of annoyance for long, as you pressed your lips to his and lingered there for a moment.
You pulled away, snuggling deeper in his grasp, and the two of you quickly fell asleep. Both feeling safer and happier than ever, about to get the best sleep either of you had experienced for years.