JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Guido Mista x Reader: The Problem

Requested by AngelicWarriorofHope!

A/N: I always enjoy writing for Guido. He's just so handsome you guys. Heeee~ >//w//< He looks so HOT in the anime too OMLLLLLL strike me down with lighting~~ XD But anyway! Hope you enjoy! A got more Vento requests soo expect more Golden Bois >UO Until next time! Stay Bizarre!

You groaned loudly and placed your pencil down on the table, your eyes glazing over the numbers and symbols decorating the paper in a confusing mess.

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you Fugo!"

Your brow twitched at the commotion, you imagining Narancia holding a knife to Fugo's throat for the fifth time this week. It was hard enough trying to be a member of Passione while still studying in college, the last thing you needed were annoying distractions.

"God...they're so damn loud."

Your brows perked at that familiar voice, your eyes lifting from the daunting problems in front of you. The corners of your lips curved and your cheeks colored a pale cerise as you laid eyes on the mass of blue and orange that had just strolled in the study room,

"Guido!"

"Huh?" the man's dark eyes broke away from the book he was reading and met with your own, his lips instantly forming a bright smile,

"Oh, babe! I didn't know you were in here."

You blew some stray hairs from your face,

"Yeah, just finishing my school work," you scoffed,

"Trying to."

You kept your eyes glued to the handsome brute as he proceeded to take the seat next to you, also placing his book down. His lips kept your attention with their irresistible fullness while the intensity of his ebony eyes made you downright blush, and that's not to mention the handsomely shaped abs that peeked from that cute cropped sweater of his.

You hated to admit it, but Mista was just as much of a distraction as Narancia and Fugo's back-and-forth squabbles.

"Speaking of which," you leaned against him coyly,

"Could you possibly help me with this problem?"

"Hmm...I could," Mista smirked as he wrapped his arm around your waist,

"For a price~"

You looked up at his smug expression, knowing he wasn't joking,

"What did you have in mind?" you said with a raised brow.

He pulled you flush with his body while a deviant grin tugged at his cheek,

"I dunno I was thinking maybe we could go to my room and mess around~?"

You laughed and pushed him away with a roll of your eyes,

"You've got a one track mind you know that?"

Mista chuckled and stole a kiss from your cheek,

"Only for you, babe."

You blushed, but managed to swat him away with a shy smile,

"Yea, yea, can you just help me?"

"Alright," he rest his hand at your waist again,

"What is it?"

You pointed to the equation on the paper as you picked up your pencil,

"It's this one."

"Ok, question number...!!"

Mista immediately stood from his seat, his face turning pale,

"No, no, no. Nope. Sorry, babe, Can't help."

"What?" you whined,

"Why not?"

"Well...just look!"

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the sheet, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary,

"What? It's just a math equation."

The agitated man scoffed,

"Don't you see?" he slammed his hand on the paper making you jump,

"Four? Question number four!? Four is a cursed number, (name)!"

"You still believe in that?" you said with a giggle.

"Its not funny, its real!"

"Guido," you tilted your head, your eyes drooping mischievously,

"I thought you wanted to mess around~?"

Mista gulped as you crept your hand over his,

"That won't happen if you don't help me~"

Shit!

Mista did wanna go ham with you, but...the curse! He couldn't just ignore it no matter how hot you looked right then. What to do, what to do!

"Are you going to help me or not~?" you said, raising your voice a bit to reflect your impatience.

"I, uh..." Mista stalled, a nervous sweat infiltrating his brow.

You leaned in ever so closer, "Yes~?"

"Uh," suddenly Mista jumped back,

"Oh shit! I-I think Bruno called me! S-Sorry gotta go babe!"

Without another word, Mista bolted out of there faster than you could blink, leaving you to fend for yourself.

"Damn it Guido you asshole," you yelled after him as he furiously stomped down the hallway.

You huffed and stared at your worksheet with a pout before finally shrugging, s defeated smile on your face,

"Well, guess I'm skipping question four..."