Boys are Idiots ⭐︎ Guido Mista x Reader

The Sweetest Taboo

"Hey..."
A smooth, familiar voice calls your name.

You shift around a bit in the many blankets and quilts you're tangled up in, your body sore and tired, flipping yourself onto your side to look at him. You squint a little, your vision a touch blurry since you'd just woken up.

The beams of the early morning's light pour onto the balcony, illuminating his skin, creating a perfect golden silhouette of the man. He leans his lean yet muscular arms against the stone bannisters, bundles of rosemary creeping up the sides.

Giorno sighs, a hand running through his hair with a vaguely troubled expression. Being the Don of Passione for 4 years now certainly had to have come with its own challenges. "Look, about next week..."

Huh...? Next week?

Oh, right. He's talking about the charity ball mission. You'd almost forgotten about it in the midst of everything.

You and Giorno had planned to pretend to be a couple to sneak into the venue and intercept a rival gang's plans to hijack the event. God, could you ever catch a break? The goal was to disrupt the rival gang by creating a circumstance that forced their plan to be called off, without upfront confrontation. At the very least, you wouldn't have to fight them. But even then...
All you wanted to do was just fall back asleep...
... ...
...

Your eyes flutter back open and you groan as Giorno kneels beside the bed and grabs your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "I know you're tired because of me, but this is important."

"Mmh... yeah?"
You didn't expect his hand to feel so warm on your bare shoulder. Wait, what the hell?
You hesitantly look a little downwards, past Giorno's muscular, shirtless chest...

Down towards the blankets, lifting the covers ever so slightly, and... oh fuck.

They're both out.

You quickly sit up, covering your very naked chest with the quilt, looking around. You slowly turn to Giorno, staring at him in confusion and, as your eyes flicked down at his abs for a moment, embarrassingly obvious perversion.

Giorno stands up and looks at you with piercing eyes, and you feel like a mouse being watched by a cat. While you're in the cat's bed.

Think, you idiot! How did you get here? What happened?... Ok, you were coming home from a mission. Then, you felt a strong, slender hand on your back as it ushered you through the front door...

...

"Mi amore..." Giorno groaned, his hot breath on your neck as he grabbed your hips, just a little rough... "ti amo, mi amore..."
He pushed you further down onto the bed by your waist, his clothed hips occasionally bucking against yours, like it was his uncontrollable instinct. You tugged at his blonde hair, desperately wanting a taste of his lips, and he immediately took the offer. His hands travelled up your sides seductively, until being placed upon your hot, flushed cheeks. If Giorno was anything, he was definitely passionate.

You desperately rubbed your thighs together, begging for friction and yearning for love, and you found yourself playing with the zipper on his jacket, trying to pull it down. It felt like a much more difficult task than it actually was, considering Giorno's movements, precise and hot, resolute in his intentions. You didn't know what it was - the moody lighting, the quiet room, the man - but something had caused every feeling to multiply, and made every touch, every sensation feel unbearably dizzying.

You whined as he broke the kiss, eyes widening in embarrassment at the realisation of your grossly needy actions. It's not like you were entitled to this.

Giorno breathed heavily, his striking green eyes darting across your face with scary precision. You could hardly track where he was looking in such dim light.