JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Formaggio: Little Lies

You had noticed your boyfriend moping around for a few days, something you initially put down to work-but it seemed like far more. Late this evening, he was calmly washing pots, sighing as they dried on the rack.
"It can't be helped..." he mumbled under his breath. You caught this, and decided to approach him. Slinking your arms round to his stomach, he simply raised his eyebrows with a small smile at your familiar touch. Shutting your eyes, he felt your cheek squish into his back with a light moan of his name, lashes stroking your his tanned skin. You stayed with him, silent for a moment.
"What's the matter, Doll?" he asked gently, drying a hand on a tea towel in order to rub your forearm.
"I think I should be asking you that," you replied tiredly, yawning as you nuzzled into his toned muscles, unusually stiff for Mr Cool.
"Ehh, I'm just tired, Baby," he lied, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his mouth to smooch. "You are too; yawning like that, we should go to bed- What do you think?"
You knew he was hiding something, but you weren't going to prise it out of him tonight.
"Well... Are you coming, too?" you asked longingly, feeling his ripped stomach under your palms before moving up to his pecs, splaying your fingers across his chest. He smiled weakly when your lips touched his back, kissing him before rubbing your face against him like a kitten. "You can talk to me, you know, Maggi. I love you so much, and our kids love their daddy."
"It ain't nothin', Honey. I promise." He hated lying to you, but his line of work sometimes meant that he had no choice.
Would someone come after you like they did Sorbet and Gelato? Had they gone too far? Was it wrong of him to tote gangs behind your back and then drag children into his life?
"Come on, let's go get some rest."
God, the way your big eyes looked up at him. You weren't buying it, but you always put on a brave face for him. Touching your elbow, he slunk past you, hanging his head with a sigh. "We'll talk upstairs, Angel."
"Alright," you mumbled, pulling your dressing gown closer to your frame before exiting the kitchen and following him up the stairs.

Formaggio settled himself in bed, frowning even as he watched you slide your robe off, revealing a strappy top and little briefs. You were about to get in on your side when he leant over to pull you down with him, clinging to your body like it was his only lifeline. Giggling quietly, you ended up tangled in his limbs, chest to chest, after a very brief sparring match for dominance on the mattress. Elbow beside your head, he rested on it, peering down at you with a yearning to spit out the truth behind his handsome gaze. The other hand he wasn't leaning on came up to rest on your hip, tracing the curve of your side before getting a handful of ass. Your fingertips traced small circles around his nipple, settling on his chest since your leg was hooked over his. He hovered near your face, inhaling but but never going in for the kill. it wasn't like he was shy or anything, so this was very unlike him. Dragging your fingers downwards to feel his washboard stomach, you felt him soften a little beneath you.
"What is it? Tell me. Did something happen at work?"
"It's pretty brutal, Baby. I'm not sure I wanna tell you."
"But, it's bothering you. I want to at least share some of your problem."
You were so sweet. He smiled slightly, raking a large hand through your hair and kissing your temple gently, making sure to pull you closer as he did.

He didn't like it, but you had a point. He couldn't keep it bottled up forever, and the connection he had to his teammates was different to the one he had with you. His woman was supposed to listen to his woes and when you heard his sigh, you knew he was giving in.
"Two guys I work with... Died recently. And I found one of them myself-"
"You what?" you exclaimed, half crying.
"It's just got me a little upset, that's all."
"How did he die?!"
"He swallowed a ga-" shaking his head, he corrected himself. He had to lie, remember? "He uhh... Choked on something. We don't know what, maybe like food or something."
"How awful!"