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Enjoy these sweet and yummy oneshots involving your favorite JJBA characters (mainly from part 5) to help sweeten your life. This collection will feature occasio...
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Welcome! How may I help you today?" You beamed at the customer that had just walked into the shop.
However, your welcoming smile faded almost instantly when you saw who it was.
You would recognise that smug face anywhere, along with that cheap cologne he always wear.
Judging by the way he was glancing at you, was starting to bring an infuriating unwanted redness to your cheeks.
Thankfully, it was gone before he could even look at your face.
"Well, that's no way to greet an old friend," he said, smirking at you.
Oh, he knew very well that you two were not just 'old friends'.
'Old friends' did not end up in each other's beds every night and 69.
"Sir, I am very busy today. Is there anything in particular you were looking for?" Your smile never wavered.
"Sir?" He repeated as he idly stroked his chin, as if he were thinking about something. Then, his eyes turned to lock with yours.
"Maybe you could call me that during our next foreplay?" he smirked.
You saw the playful glint in his green eyes, and it stirred something in your chest once you had registered exactly what he was suggesting.
Startled, you saw him move his hand towards your face, and panicked.
"Don't, Formaggio," you harshly whispered, slapping his hand away before he could touch you.
As the back of your hand met his palm with more force than necessary, Formaggio took the opportunity to clamp down on your hand, almost painfully.
He then pulled you towards him, throwing you off balance slightly. He craned his neck down and brought his lips dangerously close your ear.
"For shame babe. Using violence on a customer. I was just going to swat away the fly that was near your face," he whispered slowly, making sure that you felt his breath on your ear and neck.
"Bull. Shit." you spat at him before forcefully pulling away.
You smoothed out your clothes and hastily checked if anyone had seen your small encounter just now. Breathing a sigh of relief when you saw no one had, you turned to face the smirking bastard.
"I'm going to call my manager and have you removed from the premises, if you keep this up." You scold.
"Awe, I was only kidding, amore," he whined like a kicked puppy, not sounding particularly distressed.
You already knew he was playing a game and wanted to get some sort of reaction from you.
"*Sighs* What can I get you Formaggio?" You forced a smile.
Formaggio looks over to the pastries and pulls his face in a deciding manner.
He has to admit it all does look good. From freshly baked croissants, to the beautifully decorated cake slices, and a wide variety of cheesecakes line the insides of the glass display.
"Hmmm... What cheesecake would you recommend?" He finally asks after not being able to decide on an option.
"Well, do you prefer sweet or something a bit more salty?"
"Sweet...and cheap," he quickly replies.
Of course he would suggest something that wouldn't cost him over 20$.
The cheapskate bastard! It was one of reasons, you never went on dates with him.
"Well, we have the classic Ricotta cheesecake which is always a winner with the customers, and if not the cheapest we serve." You say.
"I take that one...and a red bean espresso." He says.
"Excellent, would that be all?" You said preparing and ringing up his orders.
"Hmm, unless there's a free lover's discount." He winked at you.
"Formaggio!" You growled.
"C'mon, babe. Just one tiny little kiss on the cheek." He pleaded.
"No!"
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"NO!"
"Pleeeeeeeeease, with cream on top!" He begged childishly.
"FINE, if it'll make you get lost." You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.
God, you hated how persistent he could be.
"But, only ONE kiss, nothing more! Got it?" You warned.
Formaggio nodded before leaning in towards you as you did the same, after looking around to make sure no one was watching you.
You turned your cheek to him, waiting for his lips to make contact.
However, it never came.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, to see him lingering.
"What's taking you-" Impatiently, you had turned your head to face him, only to be met by a pair of warm lips on yours.
Your lips were a bit mismatched, as his lower lip connected below yours, in a chaste, accidental kiss.
Your heart jumped in your ribcage, and you suddenly felt nauseous, but you doubted you would actually be sick. You had forgotten how soft his lips were.
When Formaggio didn't pull away, you gasped and flung yourself away from him, wiping your lips with your sleeve.
Ah, now there was another expression he loved to see on your face. You were embarrassed. Dare he say it? You were cute. So cute.
"Grazie!" he smirked in triumph, running his tongue slowly along his bottom lip, before grabbing his food and drink after leaving the money on the counter.
"Keep the change, babe!" He say and with that he exited the door, leaving you a blushing mess.
