JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Formaggio x Reader: "Present"

You sighed as you laid on the couch, waving a mangled strand of yarn in front of the cat. She seemed to be enjoying it as you teasingly held her prey out of her reach, whipping it back and forths as she jumped desperately. But you were bored out of your mind.

In general, your boyfriend treated you pretty well when you two weren't off on work business. The rest of La Squadra teased you sometimes about how hard you had fallen for him of all people, but you never really understood why. Sure, his stand wasn't immensely powerful, but your own abilities complimented his quite nicely. You two worked well together in the field, and you wouldn't dare trade the time you spent with him for an afternoon with any of the other boys.

That said, you did spend time with all of them together quite often. And things didn't always go as planned. Your last night with the gang had left him in a sour mood.

Risotto had briefed you all on the next mission, asking Formaggio and Illuso to come and help him pack up the weapons for him. You had a long day, and you were actually beginning to fall asleep right there on the couch. Melone and Ghiaccio were both resting by your side, the former laying his head on your shoulder and the latter laying his head in your lap. You sighed as you laid back, melting into their warmth. You didn't mind them touching you, in fact it was quite comforting sometimes. Formaggio, however...

"Dammit you little fu–"

"Formaggio," You whined as he stormed into the room, gripping you by the wrist and pulling you from the sofa. You were so tired at this point that all you could do was hug him and rub your face into his neck as a tirade of insults came cascading from his mouth. But you groggily held your fingers to his lips to quiet him.

"Shhhhhh. I'm just really tired." You softly kissed his cheek, "Maybe we can go home now?"

He gritted his teeth as he eyed Melone and Ghiaccio suspiciously. You couldn't see them, but you hoped they weren't making any rude or obscene gestures to Formaggio behind your back. They poked fun at the both of you an awful lot, and although you understood they were just playing, lately your boyfriend had a tendency to snap back.

You had awoken the next morning upset not to find his warm body lying next to yours. It was drizzling and grey outside, and you sighed as you poured your morning coffee, fed the cat, grabbed a small breakfast.

And now you were laying on the couch and playing with her. Formaggio was sitting at his desk, staring at the blank computer screen, and you pouted slightly as you noticed the greasy uneaten pastry next to him.

You just wanted to know what was wrong. Was it about the mission or La Squadra or Risotto? Was it Ghiaccio and Melone? Was it you?

You took a deep breath as you sprung from the couch, dropping the yarn into the cat's claws as she mewled in excitement. Maybe you could lighten the mood a bit with a present: You had been saving it for him for a while now. It was something you bought when he was off on a mission alone. It was a bit nerve wracking as you crept to the closet in your room and pulled out the sparkling pink box from where you had hidden it. You had never really done something like this for him before but hopefully he was the kind of guy to enjoy it.

As soon as you had pulled the sheer fabric up over your hips and fastened the hook of the bra, you turned to look in the mirror. You actually looked kinda nice. You admired the delicate lace, the shimmering silk. Maybe, just maybe, this would put him in a better mood. You slipped your normal bathrobe on over the lingerie set, wanting to surprise him as tiptoed over out of the bedroom. Once you made it to the living room, you sneaked over to his desk grabbing the neglected pastry from the plate, and thank heavens that at least he hadn't opened up another bottle of... something. You slid shyly onto his lap, and he gasped, finally noticing your appearance. You extended the pastry towards his mouth.