JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Polnareff Good Shit

You had known him before, studying alongside his younger sister back in France. Sherry had been a sweet girl, maturing early since her parents passing and studious, much like you. Walking home that night in the storm, guilt had manifested itself in your inability to keep her safe or return her to her older brother. He didn't blame you, only himself. Whilst the tragedy had split his and your heart clean open, it also brought the pair of you closer together. You continued to study, vowing vengeance almost as strongly as your male counterpart.

Then DIO happened. You remembered vividly. The sunset shining through the glass panes, the annoying rustling of his things as he packed them, a barrage of excuses tumbling from his mouth; something along the lines of finding his sister's killer. It wasn't bullshit, but his tone was weird. You couldn't help but dislike him as he prepared to leave. The chaste kiss before he left against the cold stare in his eyes. It was all wrong.
Following him was probably the best thing you had ever done. Apparently, the gang would never have dreamed Polnareff had a girlfriend, (you figured!) Though you never had one of these 'Stands', your geographical knowledge was second to none. Studying geography and archaeology meant you were able to act as a sort of guide, in exchange for protection from the group.
You weren't clued in too much about this vampire overlord, due to Polnareff's protective streak, but you were told enough to have an understanding of the danger you were in. This memory turning your stomach, you sighed, rolling over to meet your lover's bright eyes.
Soft fingers continued to twirl your waistband, sleep being dragged away from you by this hungry Frenchman.
"Jean... Get off."
"Come on," he purred in your ear, hot breath raising a shudder down your neck as he leant forward to claim the front your throat.