JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Mista x Reader: "Friends"

You sighed, approaching the large door of the mansion Passione called home. Cursing as a jolt of pain shot up your thigh, you assured yourself that you were okay as you turned the key. You strode through the decorous hallway, filled with marble sculptures, velvet drapes, anything else your overindulgent Don would pay for.

The stone halls echoed with chattering from the next room over, the living room, and you entered excitedly to greet everyone.

"Well, the threat is neutralised." You chuckled "And I didn't die, though I got pretty close." Each member of the group stood to meet you, happy for your safe return.

"(y/n)!" Narancia ran up, hugging your waist. Giorno patted you on your shoulder, Bruno simply stated, "Good to have you back." Abbacchio remained in his large armchair in the corner, sipping his wine delicately, though he gave a small smile. Finally Narancia stepped away, Giorna and Buccellati retreating as well, making way for the one you truly wanted to see: Mista.

You and Mista had always been the best of friends. You would make vulgar jokes together, laugh at the other members (especially Narancia), and you worked so well in battle together that you almost never left each other's side. He had been a bit worried when you were selected to complete a mission of your own, but before you left, you had assured him that you could take care of yourself.

"See, I'm still in one piece." You smiled. His face radiated a deep shade of crimson, his hand resting over his mouth. "Mista, you okay?" Giorno let out soft whistle, almost implying that the group was in on some sort of joke you didn't know about. You were about to ask when Mista pulled you into his tight embrace. Hugging him back, you sighed.

Your feelings for Mista had grown over the years, and there was no denying that you wished the two of you would become closer. But you tried your best to push romance to the back of your mind, as you knew he only saw you as a friend. Still, your heart fluttered each time he touched you.

His heart, however, was beating faster then even your own. You were still wondering if something had happened in your absence. The rest of Passione began to snicker. You made to ask him as he released you from his arms, however, he quickly blurted out. "Sorry, gotta go feed the boys!" and ran out of the room, sticking his tongue out at Narancia just before he left.

It was at this point that you confronted Giorno.

"So, what did you guys do to him while I was gone?"

"Nothing!" He assured you. "We just–"

Narancia started giggling like mad, and Abbacchio hit him playfully.

"We opened his eyes," Bruno smirked slyly. You paused for a moment.

"We told him how obvious it was that he liked you." Narancia blurted out. You could feel the heat rushing to your face.

"...But, guys, he doesn't like me,"

"What on earth makes you think that?" Abbacchio drawled.

"He's just me good friend, don't confuse him like that. Dammit you guys, you weren't supposed to tell him–"

"Tell him what? That you liked him too?" Your palms began to sweat, and you looked down in shy denial.

"Oh don't worry," Giorno assured you. "We didn't tell him that you reciprocated his feelings." You sighed

"Just, let me have a moment please. Stop trying to play matchmaker and let me deal with this myself."

"It's about time." Abbacchio commented snarkily. You huffed. It felt like your life was caving in around you. You didn't want to destroy the relationship between you and the best friend you'd ever had. And yet, you hoped he'd become an even better friend...

You tip toed up to Mista's bedroom door, hearing chattering from within the room. As much as you wanted to eavesdrop on his conversation with the little ones, you knocked softly to announce your presence.

"It's me, Mista." The chattering turned fell silent, and you heard the doorknob turn. The door opened just a crack, and Mista, cheeks a deep rosy red, peered, not at you, but at the floor. You looked down, equally embarrassed, before taking a deep breath.

"The guys told me what they did... I'm really sorry about that. I completely understand..."

'No!' You thought. 'I have to be forward about this! I need to stop lying.'

"Here's the deal:" Your voice suddenly strengthened. "I really like you. I have for a long time. But I understand if you don't feel the same way, and regardless, I still want to be friends." Oh god, tears were starting to come to your eyes. "I'm sorry if the rest of the gang made you feel uncomfortable, but... Please, if you don't think of me that way, don't change. I'm sick of pretending I don't have feelings for you, but, I just..." You paused, daring to look up at his face.

If it were possible, his face was an even deeper shade of red. He had drawn the door open further, and you could see his stands peeking out from his shoulder. You stifled a giggle as you saw their faces. Number one was bouncing up and down with excitement. Two seemed to be listening, enraptured, with a slight smile on his face. Three harshly covered Five's mouth, as he seemed to be desperate to communicate something. Six had a devilish smirk while Seven hummed and dangled his legs over Mista's shoulder. You glanced at him in anticipation. The silence purveyed for a long while, neither of you knew what to say. Until Five was able to squirm out of his comrades grasp before shouting:

"Of course he likes you (y/n!)" You felt a smile tug at your lips.

"Shut up Five!" Three hissed.

"It's true though," One chimed in. "Even if he didn't realise it until today."

Mista continued to stand there, completely still, and completely embarrassed. However, you took the initiative to shove the door open and pull him into your grasp. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you pressed your lips gently to his cheek. He was stiff and rigid for just a moment. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly to his warm torso.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't know."

"Idiot," you chuckled "I love you."

You pulled back from the embrace to look into his eyes, your forehead resting against his.

"So, I take it that means–"

He cut you off with a kiss. His lips were firm but gentle, as though he were scared of damaging you in some way. But you were tired of being scared. You deepened the kiss, dragging one hand down his back to pull his chest closer and one up under his cap to run through his curly locks. The first hand eased down to his exposed lower back. He shuddered with pleasure, and you smirked.

He bit your lower lip softly, eliciting a moan from you as his tongue gingerly ran across the inside of your mouth. His hands snaked down your waist to grab at your hips, pulling you closer. Slowly, one hand inched up under your shirt–

You heard a whistle from behind you, and the two of you quickly pulled you heads apart, though your waists remained glued together. Abbacchio leaned against the wall, wine glass still in hand, with. malicious grin on his face, as Narancia pumped his fist in the air. Giorno smiled smugly. However, Bruno was scowling, pulling something from his pocket. From his black and white leopard spotted wallet, he pulled out two hundred euro bills. You quickly connected the dots.

"What the hell guys," you fully separated yourself from Mista. "You bet on us?!" The blond chuckled.

"Just on second base." as if that excused them of anything. "Bruno here thought you'd go a lot slower."