Flufftober 2020: Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Flufftober Day 6

Flufftober day 6 prompt: hurt/comfort

Jonathan Joestar. Dio Brando. Brothers, but not quite. You had spent the entirety of you pre-teen and teen years hanging around the two boys, but even when your heart wanted to, you would be stuck constantly telling yourself not to fall in love with either of them. Espesially not the young blond. It was around your late teens when you ignored your thoughts and let your heart take over; falling for Dio was the one thing that was going to bite you in the ass later in life. And that it did, time and time again. You had known from the moment that Dio had asked you out that it wasn't going to last, and you'd be damned if it was the last relationship that you ever had.

There was something about it feeling so wrong that made your relationship with the blond feel so right. Maybe it was the way how most every other girl would constantly be head over heals for him. Or maybe it was the thought of knowing that when you would do something with him you knew that he definitely shouldn't be the one that you were doing them with. But everytime something would come up, you ignored what your thoughts would tell you, the gut feeling you would get, and you'd let yourself be blinded by the love that the two of you had seemed to share. Despite it being onesided on your side.

After the two years of constantly falling in and out of love with him, your thoughts that you had ignored had finally started screaming over the not-so-blinding love. After the little over a year you had considered yourself the blond's partner, you had decieded that it was time to let him go. At least that's what you were going to do, until he was the one who did it first, sending your heart into an aching fit as it shattered into millions of little pieces. The one person who you had thought loved you, had betrayed you so much so that when you returned home to your manor later that day, you locked yourself in you bedroom and didn't leave for any reason other than to eat or bathe, even then, that was because your parents had to bribe you to do so.

After that week you had seemed to finally started to be coming around again, but when in reality, you didn't think you ever would. The only reason that you had left your room was for the fact that your family had been invited over to the Joetstars' for the same dinner that you would attend monthly, all because Dio had requested it, it apparently being his way of seeing you as much as he possible could. Most of those evenings would end with the boy over you before the two of you would fall asleep together. Not that you minded, you just knew that tonight you would be heading home with your family for the first time in over a year.

Despite you already knowing how the night would probably end, you still packed an overnight bag as a precation. You changed into an outfit that was considerably more formal than that you already had on and readied yourself before leaving your home with you parents and making your way to that of the Joetstars. Upon arriving at the Joestar property, you could already hear the miniture you in you head telling you not to accept him when he would ask, not to engage whe he would demand and to leave when he would try. The miniture you was the one who would know what would happen if you accepted him and how heart broken you would be afterwards. It always knew you best.

Once you had gotten close enough to the mansion, you could see George standing in the doorway, the two young boys standing around him, however once the carriage that belonged to your family had approached, you had noticed that the young blond had gotten up and gone inside his house. You hoped he didn't want to see you and you definitely didn't wish to see him. Geogre had approached your parents, apologizing over and over for having planned the so called monthly dinner about a week earlier than it usually would have been. "Truely, I do apologize. Jonathan has been begging me all week to invite you over. I really do hope it isn't much of a bother. I also apologize for any way how Dio may be acting, if I remember correctly, he is fresh out of a rather serious relationship."

Your eyes are redirected towards the ground. You couldn't let you family or the Joestars know that you were the one that he had broken up with, although once your parents had heard that bit of information, it must have been pretty easy for them to piece the two stories together. After staying outside for a couple of moments more, the two families went inside and towards the dining room where the dinner was being held. You started to follow you parents but was quickly dragged aside by one of the young heirs, expectong it to be Dio, you pull your arm away but quickly apologize after realizing that it was only Jonathan. "I heard about you and Dio, I'm so sorry. I can make it up to you later if you'd like me to do so."

You agree and the two of you make your way to the dining room where all present members of the two families had just started in on their meal. You take your seat across from where the young blond would usually have been seated to. Letting out a nearly silent sigh, you pick up a fork and start in on your main course meal. After a couple of moments, you glanced away from you plate and notice the blue haired male sat in front of you, a warm, friendly and wholesome smile on his face but the glint of lust in his eyes had told a differnet story. Once you and Jonathan had finished, you both rushed upstairs and ran into Jonathan's room and locking the door.

The both of you sat on Jonathan's bed, the male quietly comforting you as you would continue to rant off and on about the blond, the only time them being intrupted would be when you share chaste kisses which would slowly turn more and more heated with each one, falling more onto Jonathan's bed with each one. The atmosphere in the room quickly became much too warm for either of you to keep any articles of clothing on, each piece coming off faster that the last. With each action, more and more quiet sounds would escape your mouth. Knowing what was coming once Jonathan had hovered over your body, readying yourself for what you were used to from the blond, but quickly adjusted to that of the more loving style of Jonathan.

Laying under the covers of Jonathan's bed, you slowly drift to sleep, the male crawling into the bed next to you and laying an arm across your chest, your heart still threatening to explode from your chrest from the act of only moments ago. Just as your eyes closed and right before your mind was taken by sleep, you open your mouth, speaking soft a phrase to the man. "I love you, Jonathan."