Pursuing Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Characters [NSFW Oneshots]

Shameful Admiration [Old Joseph Joestar x Reader]

You must've been crying too loud since a knock interrupts you mid-sob. You roughly wipe your tears with the sheets. Then soak out the snot from your nose with your shirt. Who could be behind the door this late? That knock was not abrasive so not Jotaro.. in fact, the opposite; soft and suggesting.

"Y/n? Dear? Can I come in?"

Hearing his voice makes your heart flutter but ache from the arrow of love. There was no one you wanted that to be more than Mr. Joestar. But hiding your sorrow and stress was going to be a challenge.

"Yeah, it's okay."

He carefully opens his way into your hotel room. Your back faces to him, but you can feel the light coming from the hallway casting his broad shadow on your back. There's no sound for a minute. Maybe he was waiting for you to turn over? Was he still in the doorway? You feel the bed sink from his weight all of a sudden. He gently sat himself at the edge of the bed, behind your back. And turned on the lamp to the lowest setting.

"Crap."

His tender demeanor was making it difficult to hide your tears. They kept flowing, but you wouldn't dare let out a sniffle or any sign you were-

"What's wrong dear?"

His voice, capable of making his enemies tremble, so powerful and courageous, was cradling you with every word. And that was the problem. It brings such pain having feelings for him. This balance of admiration but also craving. It was embarrassing as hell and it makes your daddy issues painfully obvious. You hated the phrase "daddy issues". It's always been used to put down people who have these desires. You just wanted to like who you like without becoming another stereotype or fit in a predictable label. This phrase laughed at your weaknesses and mocked your pain.

Instability is unattractive. So you must stay strong and independent.

"Hey, I'm sorry Mr. Joestar, did I wake you?"

Your voice stayed on the surface like a sturdy raft, it won't sink.

"No, ah, I was just coming back from the restroom."

His hand was tempted to brush your hair with his fingers- an instinct to comfort you, but he didn't know if that would be crossing boundaries or not.

"Oh, I see. Sorry if you heard anything haha! I've been in a bad mood that's all. But now I let it out and I'm completely alright!"

Quiet again. In your mind there's a tug of war between two thoughts; one being, "Please just go." And the other, "Please. Mr. Joestar stay with me."

His voice caresses you again,

"Are you sure?"

An immediate "yeah" leaves your lips. You expected him to leave any second now.

But instead, you feel his metal hand lightly rest upon your shoulder.

"Then why are you shaking?"

You weren't even aware until he said so and you couldn't even get your body to calm down. Little spasms would hit you if you repressed your shakiness. His hand felt it all, even if it had no nerves. He was sensing all your attempts to hide what's wrong.

You didn't want to have to rely on him to make you feel better, but focusing on his touch was really helping. His hand was so big it covered your whole shoulder and more. Maybe it was Hamon because it both calmed you but electrified you.

"It's- it's just cold in here." Your voice broke- by now it's painfully obvious.

He looks over at the AC across from you which reads 71F (21 C).