JJBA x Reader

Guido Mista x Reader X Giorno Giovanna

A/n: Oh well seems like this is happening. This is the s p i c y s t u f f I promised, so to thank y'all for the support and well.. great comments... this is gonna happen. Anyways let's just j u m p r i g h t i n t o i t.

You were having lunch together with everyone else and despite Narancia shouting and chewing with his mouth open and Fugo scolding him, the rest was quite peaceful. Seeing them in your little cafe really felt like it cheered up the place. You didn't mind that you stayed here even though you already closed, you always opened up your doors for Bucciaratti's gang. They have helped you out many times before so you always paid back by letting them eat and drink in your cafe for free. You didn't mind all that much, since it really gave off a family like aura. It always warmed your heart when you saw them together. You felt like if you wouldn't know, you wouldn't expect them to be gangsters. You joined them after bringing some cakes and your usual smile reappeared on your face.

"Bucciaratti I really appreciate that all of you help me take care of this tiny shop. To think that I wouldn't need to pay extra taxes to some gang one day was unimaginable for me, but here you are saving me from that."

"Well you do pay us back for our protection. Plus this place has always been there for us whenever we needed to relax, just like you were. We wouldn't want this place to disappear." Bucciaratti added with a smile on his face as he kept eating the meal you have cooked for the gang. When you reached for the salad you carefully made, you felt something warm on your hand. It was in fact a hand. When your eyes went up to his wrist, you could already tell by the pink color that it was Giorno's hand. It was rather interesting, since most of the times no one really wanted to eat salad except for you, so this surprised you a tiny bit. (Tbh I usually never eat salad, but the French dressing tho, I nom) But what surprised you the most was that he didn't take his hand away, in fact he held onto yours. A blush crept onto your face as he held your hand and served you the salad himself. You couldn't look him properly in the eye so you just took a quick glance at him, only to see him smile gently at you. This made your cheeks heat up even more, much to Mista's dismay. He grabbed onto Giorno's hand and took it away from yours.

"Giorno, I would watch where I touch. You know, you are making her feel uncomfortable." You saw Mista smirking at the boy dressed in pink and you could feel the tension between the two. Mista stood up and walked over to your left side and sat down next to you. On your right side you had Giorno.

"Oh, Y/n, can you please pass me the strawberry cake?"

"Oh of course no problem." You were about to take a slice when Mista put his hand onto your arm, grabbing onto the fabric of your sleeve.

"What's wrong Mista?"

"Take a look." He said while he pointed at the strawberry cakes. Oh. There were four of them.

"I can't. I can't eat the fourth one. Oi, Fugo, do you want some cake?"

"Mista, I'm full." You could see Mista looking at everyone, asking if they would want a slice of cake. He leaned back in his chair with a big sigh when everyone responded with a no. You chuckled slightly and reached over, taking the fourth slice for yourself.

"Y/n. You are a life saver." He said as you handed him another slice of cake, which he devoured as if he hasn't eaten for a week. You giggled and eat your salad first before eating your strawberry cake. You felt a light tap on your left shoulder so you turned over to Mista. He scanned your face for a while, before he smirked and leaned in close.

"There is still some whipped cream on your cheek." He added before licking it off as if that would be a normal thing to do. You jumped a little bit, your cheeks flushing red once again as you put your hand over the spot where he had touched you. You would have been red for a couple of minutes, if you wouldn't have felt something from behind your back. It was a certain aura, like someone was glaring daggers at your back. You could hear a loud gasp, so you turned immediately to the source of the unusual noise, which was Narancia.