JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Mista x Reader: "Bath Time"

"Come on (y/n)!" You giggled as he grabbed you from behind, vigorously peppering kisses down your neck, tugging at your collar to expose even more of your flesh. Under normal circumstance, or at least, different circumstances, you would have welcomed these affections from your boyfriend. But not after a mission.

"Mista," You stepped out of his embrace, though he still desperately grasped at your figure. The sex pistols had nuzzled themselves in your hair, still tickling you with kissed and hugs, and Mista seemed just a bit jealous that you didn't push them away as well. "We're sweaty and dirty, you're still covered in blood. I think we just need some time to–" you gasped as Number 7 slipped down into your cleavage. Number 1 playfully giggled, as if he totally hadn't pushed his comrade down your shirt. Your face reddened as your eyes flashed up at Mista. His face was equally startled. "Guys, not again!"

You couldn't help but laugh a bit. You weren't sure whether you should be flattered that the Sex Pistols were so touchy or put off by their occasionally perverted remarks. Mista would sometimes scold his stand and sometimes join in on their fun.

But right now, he seemed a bit bashful as he inched closed.

"(Y/n)," his face neared yours, and your heart quickened as you quickly darted his eyes towards his lips. You were speechless as he slowly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, gently placed his hand on your hip. The Sex Pistols became quiet as well as he stared down at you lovingly. God, he was so beautiful you could barely breathe.

"You were just so amazing out there today. The way you brought him down with a single shot–"

"Sex Pistols helped me aim,"

"Yeah, but you finally cornered him," you sucked in a breath as his hand ran down your rear, gently squeezing it to press your pelvis closer to his own... Dear god, was he that hard already?! You could hear the Pistols snickering in your ear as his fingers trailed over your lips. "Dammit, babe. You were so sexy back there." You couldn't believe he actually thought about you that way, it was honestly a miracle that he even found you attractive at all. But as much as you wanted him to pound you into the floor right then and there...

"Mista," you cupped your palms around his cheeks as he gazed down at your lips. Your whisper was low and gentle: "You stink,"

He groaned like an upset child as he stomped away, crossing his arms and pouting.

"(Y/n), I showered yesterday," You half laughed and half sighed in frustration as you rubbed his shoulder kindly.

"Mista, you shot yourself six times today!

"It was only five times and Giorno healed it all up,"

"We're both disgusting."

"But I want you now." You gasped as he hugged you from behind, sliding his hands down your thighs and into the crevice of your legs. A small squeak escaped your lips as he began to massage small circles through the fabric of your garments. Slowly, an idea came to your head. You had never done it before, you were actually a bit scared of doing it. But knowing Mista... He would love the idea.

"How about," you shuddered as you removed his hands from your crotch. "You take a bath," he whined, "and I umm," Your face reddened as you felt Number 7 pop out of your shirt to listen. "And I can join you?" You looked down at the floor to hide your blush, and you could sense Mista was flustered as well... But the Pistols gave it all away.

"We get to take a bath with (y/n)?!"

"Score!"

"Shower sex! Shower sex!"

"Get it Mista!"

"Lemme see that–"

"Geronimo!" You squeaked as number one leapt down into your bra. Mista was completely flustered as he tried to pry several of the Sex Pistols away from where they were kissing your face.