JJBA x Reader Oneshots

● Enrico Pucci [Father]

You've been staring at the chaplain for who knows how long. It's gotten worse to the point that you don't even remember why you were here in the first place. Why the fuck is the father hot? His robe perfectly hugged his body, showing off those sexy curves and his painfully obvious toned chest...

May God forgive you for thirsting but you couldn't resist eyeing at the man in front of you over and over again like he was some candy.

He leans slightly on the armchair and him eating cherries is not making your situation any better.

You realized that you have been subconsciously bouncing your right leg, a force of habit when you get nervous. Swallowing the thick saliva that had been slowly filling in your mouth, you cross your legs. He kept intense eye contact with you whilst swirling the stem and moving his lips left and right. You didn't know where to put your hands, so you laid them in your thigh, casually gripping and fiddling on your clothes. It was almost as if he were purposely doing that just to torment you.

If he keeps doing this I might just-

With your cheeks getting hotter by the second, you decided to finally end this torturing. You mimic a cough, balling your hand into a fist and coughing into it to get his attention. "Uh... Father-" He puts his hand up, making you close your mouth once again and lean back into the chair. "Oh, excuse me." And holy shit. He looks into the side, all his attention on the cherries in his mouth. The stem once again swirls around but this time he makes the most... sexual sloppy noise.

Now he's gotta be teasing you for real. He has NO RIGHTS looking like that.

"Hey. I got it." He opens his mouth and made a little noise that kept sending you over the edge. Sliding his tongue out, he shows you his handiwork, or rather... Mouth work. Pleased with himself he puts the stem aside. "So, what did you wanted to talk about?" Oh fuck, you completely forgot about it...

Now you were in a daze. You have given up on trying to remember and stared at the cross, daydreaming. Pucci was rather getting impatient of your pondering and decided to take the matters into his own hands... Literally.

He stood up from his seat and struts to you, bending over and placing an arm over your head. Snapping out of your daze, you looked at him with wide eyes.

You could feel the heat from your cheeks start to rise up again. He was so close to you. You could smell the faint cherry and feel his warm breath fan your face. To add on, his eyes looked so captivating with those weird cross pupils of his.

"F-Father! Woah! Slow down- You-you're sexy and all but-" The hand that he idly placed on the chair was suddenly pressed against the back of your head, bashing your pretty little sensitive skull into the sharper edge of the table.

Dusting his own hands in disgust, he summons [Whitesnake] "Such a dirty mind... You even would go after a chastised man to feed your lust. Hmm... You could be of good use to me."