JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Fugo x Reader Continuation: "Let the Fun Begin"

For a while, no one commented on the increased affections between you and your beautiful swiss cheese boy. No one raised any questions when you rushed to embrace him when he got back from a long mission, giggling and nuzzling your face in his chest as he beamed brightly. No one looked at you inquisitively when you held hands as you walked along the canal. You would sit side by side during dinner, as he rubbed your thigh reassuringly, laughing and smiling at every little thing you said. He still continued to tutor you in mathematics, or at least tried to, as you cuddled on the couch together and he whispered formulas in your ear, swatting at Narancia from time to time when he asked a stupid question. Eventually, Narancia would get fed up and stomp off to bed irritated, and Fugo didn't so much as bat an eyelash as he gazed at you lovingly. When he wasn't off on a mission, those evenings were what you looked forward to throughout the entire day: he would massage you scalp tenderly, wrapping his arms protectively around your frame as you rested your head in his lap. Sometimes, of course, things got a bit more steamy as he peppered your neck with kisses and you moaned out his name.

It was a day like this, when Narancia had given up on even speaking to the two of you and stormed out of the room. It had been several weeks since you and Fugo had gotten together. But, because he had often been away, you rarely had a chance to spend time with each other other than these calm nights together.

You sighed as you rested you head against his heart, lying on the couch with him as he rubbed small circles one your stomach as you shirt rode up around your waist. You felt his breath against your forehead, as he lightly kissed your brow. You smiled and buried your face further into his warm chest.

"(Y/n)," you perked up your ears as he whispered your name softly. "I was thinking, Buccellati and Abbacchio planning on a big mission next week. They were gonna me but," You craned your neck to stare into his crimson eyes, "But maybe, because, Mista and Giorno are already out..." You could feel his face heating as he continued. "Maybe they can take Narancia instead. And we could have a few days to ourselves, maybe?" Your heart leapt at the thought, and a small smile crept across your lips. The idea of spending the day alone with Fugo; you had never even gone on a date before, and you were thrilled by the suggestion.

"That would be wonderful," you kissed his warm cheek softly, and he let out a nervous chuckle of relief as he stroked your hair.

Buccellati guessed Fugo's ulterior motives, but he accepted the proposition. He slyly winked at you as he and Abbacchio slipped out the door. Narancia stuck his tongue out at Fugo making an obscene gesture as he slowly walked away. It seemed you and Fugo's relationship was quite obvious by now... So you placed a quick kiss on his lips just before Narancia could slip away. Fugo flushed in embarrassment, but Narancia's hilarious gagging noise was certainly worth it as he ran after Bruno and Abbacchio. Fugo giggled maliciously as he grabbed your waist.

"Let the fun begin."

You decided to go out for dinner that night. For some strange reason, you felt very pressured to look stunning just for him. You showered, brushed and styled your hair, added just a touch of makeup, and began to rummage through your closet. Just then, you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

"You ready, (y/n)?" You rolled your eyes in frustration, though a small smile tugged at your lips. He likely hadn't planned anything fancy, hadn't dressed any differently than he normally did, and he probably didn't understand why you were taking so long. But that was alright with you. All you needed was his love... and some time for you to get change.

"No, I'm not dressed yet!" There was silence at the door for a second. Then a nervous chuckle.

"Do you need me to help?" Your face flushed red at his suggestion. Fugo was normally the sort of guy to take things slowly, and was surprisingly romantic when the occasion arose. However, every once and awhile, something like this would slip out of his mouth. Your reaction was generally to chide him playfully, but in all honesty... It turned you the hell on.