If Polnareff was real, I can speak a little bit of French and I could understand him, if he spoke both English and French.

Here's what I can say in French without using any notes: Il a les cheveux blanc et les yeux bleus. J'adore mes amis et or.* I can say more but those two are enough.

* I can't believe gold is just or in French

Anyways, let's get to the story...after I cry again...

Warning: Full lemon

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Second POV

You're with the gang and you guys just stopped at a hotel to rest after the brutal journey from Hong Kong.

(You wear socks with the Zelda tri force signs all over them. For all the people still liking this idea. This is just here for people liking this choice of a piece of clothing. )

You walk beside Polnareff, smiling as you have your hands in your pockets but leave your thumbs out. He looks at you with his charming smile, which makes you blush and look away.

You've always had feelings for him since you first met him. But it was before he ever met the group. You were one of the close witnesses of the brutal scene that happened to his sister. You went with his sister's friend to talk to him and you were so happy that he was the only one that believed in you two.
You decided to help him defeat the man who killed his sister and that led you to the gang in the restaurant in Hong Kong. You were always by his side, comforting him Incase he started becoming extremely depressed when he thought or even heard someone talk about his sister. You were also there with him when Dio put the flesh bud in his brain. Dio didn't do the same to you because you pretended you were evil just like him and that miserable fool never saw through you. You also kept pretending when you two were going to fight Avdol but Avdol got you good with his Magician's Red and you were unconscious until Polnareff had his flesh bud removed.

Ever since, all of you have become great friends but your feelings just grew and grew with Polnareff.

You felt a hand tug at your pants/skirt/shorts, and it's little Anne who's looking up at you. You crouch down to her level and she whispers in your ear, blushing deeply.

"Do you think Jotaro's so cool?"
"Yeah. He is. I mean he did save you from a perverted monkey-"
"Ape."
He interrupts, pulling his cap down to cover his eyes.
"Whatever."
You roll your eyes. Then you smile and stand back up when you hear Joseph talk about the rooms.

"Alright So Avdol And I will have a room-"
"Jotaro and I will share a room since we're students."
Kakyoin smiles as Jotaro does a light "tch" sound.
"Polnareff and [Y/N] Will share a room with each other. And then There's Anne. Make it four rooms."
The receptionist nods her head and puts four room keys in front of them.

Before you can grab the room key that has 914 on it, Polnareff grabs it and chuckles.

"Alright, mademoiselle. Let's go to our room."
"You mean allonsy,Polnareff?"
You say in fluent French, which makes him turn around and smirk at you.
"You've been learning from moi. It's pretty good but I think you need more training."
"Oh shut up."
"Yare Yare-"

Jotaro starts to say his catchphrase but you give him a very rude comment back.

"Yare Yare, go fuck yourself."
You walk away from them when he looks at you surprised.

"No ones ever done that to me before."
"Mhm. And I don't regret it either, Mr. Kujo. It's either fucking yourself or Kakyoin."
"Hey-"
"Nope. You're sharing a room with the hot man."

Kakyoin blushes at your sentence and you hear a low growl come from Polnareff and Jotaro at the same time. Ones more jealous than the other. This makes you giggle as you go upstairs. Joseph grabs the keys and gives Kakyoin and Anne a random key then follows you and Polnareff upstairs.

You and Polnareff go towards the room and he starts to unlock the door, having on his flirty self as he talks to you.

"So, were crashing in the same bed hmm?"
"Well I wouldn't want to leave you alone..."

You blush deeply, looking away. He chuckles and goes inside the place, tossing the room key beside a creepy looking doll and tossing his bag on the bed. You sigh gently and lay down on the bed, closing your eyes as you sink yourself into the warm sheet.

"Now now...don't get too comfortable...we're looking out for a stand...and he's probably somewhere in this room..."
He opens the balcony door and soon figures out something.

"Come out! I know you're in here! Give us a break!"

-Time skip because I'm horrible at explaining stuff that happened already-

After the event that happened which you basically were protected by him all this time after you were almost knocked unconscious again by the stand, you follow him back to your guys' room. You see that the cleaner lady already fixed everything in the room so you don't have to worry about doing any hard work. You quickly go through your bag and search for medical supplies for him. But before you can pull anything out, he stops you by putting his hand on your arm. He looks into your worried [Y/E/C] eyes.

"[Y/N]...I'll be fine..."
"But I'm worried...you just defeated a powerful stand and..."
"I'm okay. Really."

You sigh gently and grab some gauze and rubbing alcohol. You put some on the gauze and take care of the blood then you put a bandage on his wound and kiss it, blushing. He blushes too and all of sudden, he hugs you tightly, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Thank you...Merci beaucoup..."
"De rein."
You smile sweetly as he keeps hugging you, not wanting to let go of this wonderful embrace. You hug hum back and ruffle his hair which makes him whine like a baby and pull back, fixing it.

"Hey! Don't touch the hair!"
You giggle bubbly and poke his chest.
"I only did that to tease you."
"Hmph. You know, little lady,I was going to ask you for a kiss on the lips, but now it seems like a non merci."
"Non merci beaucoup, Polnareff. Je ne veux pas de bousier."
He laughs and you cock your head.
"What?"
"You said I do not want dung beetle!!"
He laughs more and you blush darkly.
"I-I mean..."
"And as I said, you need more training."

You look at him as he goes closer to you, smirking sexily which makes you blush more. He puts his hand on your cheek and his face goes closer to yours, his lips brushing yours slightly.

"Have you ever wanted to do a French kiss, ma cheri?"
You look into his eyes as he says that as alluring and romantic as he can, almost as if he's whispering it.

It's a good thing French and Italian are both a part of the Romance languages.

You whisper back to him,
"What's a French kiss?"
"I'll show you."

He presses his lips on yours gently, kissing you with love and fire in your blood. You feel it tingle throughout your body in a soothing sensation, closing your eyes to let him deepen the kiss. Then, with his eyes closed, he slips his tongue into your mouth but you don't fight back as you moan softly. He pulls back from the kiss and shakes his head.

"Non non non...you need to use your tongue too."
"O-Oh..."
He chuckles and whispers in your ear.
"Take your time. There's no need to rush a kiss."

You nod your head and he repeats the beginning of the French kiss. Then he slips his tongue into your mouth again, making you hum as you press your tongue to his. You tilt your head to the side and you two start to actually do the French kiss but it's slow and passionate. After what it seems like to be hours of doing the kiss, he pulls back and holds your hands, smiling sweetly.

"Je t'aime, [Y/N]."
"Je t'aime aussi, Jean Pierre Polnareff."

Once you say his name, he caresses your cheeks as he kisses you again, closing his eyes and humming into your mouth. You blush and moan softly, doing the French kiss with him again.

It's warm and passionate at first but then it turns heated as your bodies press against each other, your tongues fight against each other and you two compete against who will be on top of who by rolling over on the bed, starting to strip off some clothes. You two are already down to your underwear once the kiss ends and you're on top of him. You sit up and flip your hair back and bit your lip sexily, ruffling your hair. He looks at you in awe, blushing deeply.

He looks away and you peck his lips, making him look back at you. He gropes your breasts, massaging them too. You moan softly, looking at him as he rubs your nipples with his thumbs and also gives them kisses and even sucks and bites them, making you moan more. He rolls over so he's on top and kisses down your neck, making a dark hickey on your sweet spot. You moan more and then blush when he starts to take off your panties. He tosses them to the floor and gropes your ass, kissing your inner thighs. You spread your legs and moan his name as he puts his tongue in you and starts to lick your clit slowly,groaning softly.

"[Y/N]...mmmm...so wet...very wet..."
He licks you more and you grip his hair gently, tilting your head back.
"Pierre...fuck...you're licking the right spot..."
He chuckles and licks you faster, bobbing his head and closing his eyes to focus.
"Merde..."

Then you gasp and release into his mouth as he licks you faster and you can't take it anymore. He sits up and licks his lips and swallows the hot liquid.

"You taste like a sweet crème caramel, mon cheri."

You blush very darkly and then gasp when he pins you to the bed and kisses up your stomach and chest. He groans softly as he takes off his underwear and tosses it to the floor too. You see his harden length and you gulp, staring at It. He then grabs his bag with his stand and the stand pulls out a small wrapper and puts it in his hand. The stand disappears once he puts the bag away.

He tears off the wrapper and puts it on the endtable beside the bed which is what the key is on.

"A condom?"
"Oui. I don't want to get you pregnant just yet."

He winks and you gasp and punch him lightly in the arm. He laughs as you blush again. He then puts it on and positions himself.

"Are you ready, mademoiselle?"
"Oui, Monsieur."
He chuckles.
"You're so sexy when you speak my language."

You blush deeply and look into his eyes as he slowly goes inside you, making you moan loudly and tilt your head back.

"Polnareff..."

He thrusts into you slowly, groaning as he kisses you deeply. He tries doing the French kiss again but the kiss gets sloppy and it takes your breaths away as he thrusts into you faster. When he does the French kiss, lines of your and his saliva connect as the kiss is just a sloppy tongue kiss with moans and groans coming out more. He bites your lip as he goes harder into you, kissing your neck. You tilt your head to the side and wrap your legs around his waist.

"Polnareff...Polnareff...fuck...you feel so good..."
"So do you, [Y/N]. You're ma cheri.
Mon chéri."
"Mon petite chat."
"I'm your little cat?"
"You basically groom yourself and are a pretty princess."
"Especially the bathroom part?"
"Yeah. Mon petite chat."

You grip the headboard and gasp loudly as he pounds into you, groaning as the kisses get sloppier.

Then, after a few minutes of some heavy rough thrusting and more sloppy kisses, you two release your loads and he lays his head down on your chest, panting heavily and hugging you gently. You look down at him with a smile, panting heavily too,your heartbeat beats as fast as his does. He takes off the condom and throws it away, going back to hugging you.

He gives you gentle loving kisses on your breasts and up your neck, making you hum a moan. He gives you a small peck on your lips and smiles lovingly, combing his hand through your hair.

"Je t'aime...Je t'adore...[Y/N]...[Y/F/N]..."

([Y/F/N] is your French name, not your first name; For example:Mine is Amandine, the French first name for Amanda.)

"Je t'aime...Je t'adore...Polnareff..."

You kiss him gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you back, closing his eyes. You pull back from the kiss, smiling sweetly. Then you giggle when he nuzzles his face in between your breasts.

"Polnareff!"
"You're so beautiful...I wish I could've done this earlier with you..."
"Me too..."
"You've mastered French kissing though. Bonne travail."
"Merci..."
"De rien, mon chéri."
"Bonne nuit."
"Bonne nuit, [Y/N]."

You two fall asleep as you two cuddle each other, his head still in between your breasts and your head on the pillow.