Touch Me, Please pt. 1
Summary: How Part 3 Polnareff likes to be touched
Content: Polnareff x GN!Reader, FLUFFFFFFFFFFF, jjba part 3, my thoughts on Polnareff's physical touch preferences
Word Count: HC: 910+, Drabbles: 370+ & 510+, Total: 1.8K
A/N: soo...have I mentioned I'm head over heels for this man? No. Okay. I love him. Some of this came from a convo I had with the amazing @cinnbar-bun who was also the lovely soul who introduced me to this show and my newest husband. Let's all give her a round of applause because I absolutely love this show 👏👏👏 First time writing for Polnareff so I did my best and I hope you enjoy! 🩷 (Updated style to match more recent fics May. 14th, 2025. No words have been changed)
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TOUCH THIS MAN!
PLEASE
He needs it
He needs touch like he needs the air to breathe
He’ll turn into literal puddy in your hand if you do
Brush your fingers over his when handing him food
Pat his cheek, arm, shoulder, back
Brush your shoulder against his as you walk side by side
HOLD HIS HAND
PLEASE HOLD HIS HAND
I’m not asking I’m telling you to hold his hand or else this man will become the saddest puddle you’ve ever seen
And all of this is just your average day being friends with Polnareff
Once you two become an item he becomes like a baby koala he’s so clingy
He always needs a hand on you
Some sort of skin-on-skin
He still doesn’t fully believe you want to be his partner let alone let him touch you
So whether it be his hand holding your own or his thigh pressed against yours as you two eat he needs to touch you
Would 100% be the type of partner to hug you from behind while waiting in any sort of line
Would 100% want to follow you into the bathroom just so that he could keep holding your hand (and has definitely done so in the past)
Is honestly so terrified when you two have to go your separate ways for such things as going to the bathroom
Not only because he’s had less than pleasant experiences with those spaces thanks to enemy Stand Users
But because he is so utterly terrified that if he lets you go, you’ll disappear
He’s dealt with enough heartbreak to last him two lifetimes so the thought of losing you is utter hell
He just needs to feel you to reassure himself you are still with him
Still with him and still breathing
Will press his ear over your heart sometimes to listen to your heartbeat
You struggled to unlock the hotel room door thanks to the multitude of food bags cradled in your arms. Somehow you had managed to pull the room key from your back pocket but now your grapple with unlocking the door and turning the handle without dropping the food was threatening your will. The key slid into the lock, pulling a bright laughing cheer from your lips at finally starting to win the battle set before. You grabbed for the handle of the door just as it turned, the door yanking open in a rush of air. “Oh--” You said, taking a small step as you took back at the tall body that now stood in the entrance. Polnareff’s familiar face had your body easing and smile tugging bright once more at your lips. “Good morn--” You never got to finish your sentences before Polnareff’s strong arms were wrapping around your body, crushing you and the food against his chest. “I woke up and you weren’t there and the others were gone as well and--and I--” Polnareff panicked into your neck, nuzzling his face against your skin as a shuddering breath shook his body. His hold tightened further as if to keep you glued to him. The sound of a plastic container crunching filled your ears, letting you know the food you had fought to keep from falling was getting crushed within his embrace. You’re heart twisted in your chest at his utterly panicked state, the food’s destruction far from your mind as you all but dropped the bags. Your hands and arms were instantly wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing soothing circles into his skin. “Mon amour, I-I didn’t know where you were.” He said in a voice smaller than that of a whisper. “I thought I would be back before you woke up. I told the others to be here if you did but--forgive me. I should have taken you with me.” You whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I--Love, what do you need?” You asked, wanting the panic to leave him and for that goofy smile to return to his lips. “Just…touch me…please.” It was a request you were more than happy to fulfill, pulling him ever closer into your hold.
If you ever need space, Polnareff is more than happy to give it to you
But that sad puddle he became when you went a whole minute without touching him while just being friends becomes an oh-so-sad ocean
The rest of the Crusaders are going to be teasing the hell out of the guy for being such a gloomy, near-sobbing mess
And speaking of the other Crusaders
They cannot stand how touchy you two are
The phrase “get a room”, among other things, is almost always spilling from their lips
Oh boy and talking about lips
KISS THIS MAN
KISS HIM, PLEASE, I BEG THIS OF YOU
Give him soft kisses
Kiss him on his blushing cheeks, forehead, nose, ears, shoulders
Pepper this man in kisses
And he is kissing you right back
Taking your hands in his and pressing kisses to your knuckles
He’s kissing the inside of your wrist as you sit on the train or at dinner
Kissing the top of your head as you walk
Just kisses everywhere, all the time
He likes to talk to you while his lips are touching your skin
Likes it even more if he can whisper sweet nothings in French against your own lips
You happily hummed as you ate, the soft, classical music floating through the bustling restaurant not the tune you had chosen to muse as spectacular spices and flavors brust over your tongue. A warm thumb brushed at the side of your mouth, clearing a bit of sauce from your skin. Your face began to feel warm at the touch, knowing exactly whose thumb had swiped over your skin. You turned, finding Polnareff’s gray eyes already watching you. Eyes so full of loving adoration it took your breath away every time you looked into them. “Did you get it all?” Your voice sounding near breathless as you took in his handsome, which a bright smile adorned. Polnareff hummed in mock thought, taking your chin between his fingers. He turned your face this way and that, searching for a mess that you knew was nowhere to be found. “Ah! There is some just there.” He said, guiding your face ever closer. “Are you going to get it for me?” You asked, lips parting as your face was drawn closer to his. “Of course, mon coeur.” He all but purred, turning that warmth into a burning fire. Your heart raced as he leaned into you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. He hardly pulled away before you were grabbing hold of his shirt, keeping him close. “I--I think I feel some more. Just here.” You said, voice wobbling as you tapped your other cheek. Polnareff widely grinned, more than eager to place a chaste kiss to your other cheek. “And here.” You breathed, tapping your lips. A chuckle left Polnareff’s chest that grew muffled against your lips. He kissed you sweetly. So sweet it had your heart melting and your stomach fluttering around like it had grown wings like some butterfly. “Good grief.” The gruff voice of Jotaro grumbled from across the table where he sat. “Mr. Joestar,” Kakyoin huffed, his typically smooth voice laced in utter disgust at you and Polnareff’s actions. “Please make them stop.” “Me? Stop them?” The oldest Joestar all but shouted from where he sat at your side. Kakyoin must have nodded because Joseph gave a huffing grumble of his own. “Alright, you two. Knock it off. This place is nice--and in public.” He tried, to no avail. You both ignored the group, lips pulling away only so you could pepper Polnareff’s face in kisses he was more than happy to return. Whispered Mon amours, mon coeurs, among other loving titles pressed into your skin making it tingle in delight. “Eh--see. They won’t listen to me.” Joseph huffed. “I do not believe there is a power on this earth or in the heavens above that is strong enough to keep them apart.” The calm voice was Advol spoke from Polnareff’s side, a light chuckle in his voice. A giggle escaped your lips at his words, nuzzling your nose against Polnareff’s. They were words you couldn’t help but full-heartedly believe as Polnareff cupped your jaw in his strong hand, kissing your lips like it was the last time he would ever taste them again.
If he’s driving the group, you better believe you're sitting shotgun so he can place a hand on your thigh, giving it gentle squeezes to remind you he’s always thinking about you
If Joseph is insistent about sitting in the front, Polnareff either refuses to drive outright or is reaching into the back to hold your hand much to Jotaro and Kakyoin’s displeasure
Will reach over one of the others to touch you
Has and will lead to a shouting match between Polnareff and the others
But he refuses to be so close to you yet so so far
He’ll even go as far as to send Silver Chariot to sit with you and hold your hand if he can’t be there with you
Though this has led to one too many Star Platinum beatdowns
CUDDLE THE MAN
Oh my goodness PLEASE cuddle him
He’s so warm and his arms are so safe
Only one bed?
No trouble whatsoever!
Polnareff wasn’t going to sleep without you anyway
Only a few rooms left?
Polnareff and you have been deemed your own room because the others will not deal with your touchiness while trying to sleep mere inches away
Polnareff’s cuddle could save a life
It’s a fact
His fingers are rubbing circles into your back or arm
His face buried in the crook of your neck so he could take in your scent and dream of you while he sleeps
Whether it be a hug from the front or back, he has his arms around you while you sleep
His legs intertwining between yours, molding himself against you
He literally worships the ground you walk on so why wouldn’t he just want to become another extension of your being?
The only thing he won’t always want touched is his hair
He spent nearly an hour that morning in the dimly lit hotel bathroom getting it just right
And he loves you
GOD he loves you
He loves you so much it hurts
But his hair is off-limits until you both are settling in for the night
Then he is more than happy to let you run your fingers through his hair
He also won’t be completely opposed to you helping him style his hair in the morning, but you’ll need to go through several days of “training” before you can even touch one of his combs
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