JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Giorno x Reader: "It's a Heist, Not a Date"

"I'm telling you it won't fit!"

"Come on, suck in a bit more,"

"I going to die if I have to wear this freaking corset all night!"

"It just. a. dress." Trish emphasised each word as she tugged the zipper up. You squeaked as it finally slid over your ribcage. The elegant gown seemed to you more like a prison than anything.

You had been with Passione for as long as you could remember, fighting by Buccellati's side for what he believed in. When Giorno had joined, you immediately trusted him. Because Bruno trusted him. You had triumphed over Diavolo, but at the cost of four of your dearest friends. But now, Trish, Mista, and Giorno were the only friends and family you needed.

However, the dress was a bit much. You tested the constricting fabric by lifting up your leg as far as it could reach. It was halted by the sleek satin, and you cursed as you realised you might not be able to kick.

"Relax, (y/n), you look beautiful!"

"Why should I care how I look?" You groaned. "I'll probably be strangled before I can even step out of the limo." Trish giggled knowingly.

"We both know why you should care..." You hit her jokingly, rolling your eyes. She loved to tease you about your crush on the boss. It had been a struggle after Buccellati died to accept him as your commander, especially considering your similarities in age. But over the years he became your closest comrade and confidant. He knew all of your secrets except your true feelings for him.

"Oww!" Trish was tugging at your hair, pinning the locks perfectly into place.

"Trish relax, it's a heist, not a date."

"Well you have to have a proper disguise." She yanked again as you swore under your breath.

You were actually quite pleased with the finishing product, though you made sure it would conceal the various daggers you had hidden around your body. Mista, who was playing the role of the limousine chauffeur called you out.

"Hurry up, Giorno's already sitting back here!"

You hurried down the stairs, lifting your skirts so as not to trip on the cumbersome high heeled shoes. You muttered apologies as you scrambled into the back of the car, plopping down next to Giorno's figure. It was then that you looked up at him.

Oh my...

His hair was sculpted perfectly, as usual, but he wore a dark blue suit unlike his standard attire. The sides of the jacket cut off at his waist, and draped around to form the coat tails at the back, emphasizing the curve of his hips. The entire thing was lined with a silky golden fabric. You could hardly help from drooling.

The limousine lurched forward, and he quickly grabbed you to his chest before you could fall out of your seat. You could feel his muscles beneath the dress shirt, and stifled a longing sigh.

"You okay (y/n)?" he asked gently. You merely nodded, unable to form words.

"You look very beautiful tonight, (y/n)." A smile crept to his lips, but you simply muttered a small "Thanks", still trying to focus on anything but his handsome frame. You pulled away from him, twiddling your thumbs nervously, concentrating on reviewing the plan:

Arrive at the party, socialise with the guests, slip up the stairs and into the boss' office, grab the papers and the loot, leave the sesame way we came.

The drive continued silently as you ran over this information in your head. However, you were startled as you felt a gloved hand on your shoulder.

"(Y/n), are you sure you're okay?"