JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Guido Mista x Reader: Summer Heat

A/N: Hey everyone! Back with an update whoo! Been busy! My art has been taking up most of my time and I've have a few personal issues as far as my writing goes, but hey! I finished something!! This is kind of relevant now because it's getting really freaking hot here, so this is my comfort from the heat LOL Please enjoy some lovely Mista!

EDIT: Someone pointed out to me that five is the cryer so now I have to go and change it LMAO

It was around twelve as you laid out on the long chair from one of the many window patios at the gang's mansion. For some reason, the sweet goddess that looks over Italy decided to be kinda bitchy and let it be extremely hot that day. The humid air clung to your flushed cheeks and your tank top was hiked up for maximum cooling effect. There was no point staying inside since it was just as hot in all those stuffy rooms. There were no missions that day anyway, so why not try to cool down and relax?

Mista, who was having the same idea, just happened to stroll past the room you were in and caught a glimpse of your legs. He stepped back to confirm what he saw.

His eyes instantly latched onto the image of your bare stomach and exposed legs, a smug grin spreading on his face. He himself was not in his usual attire of course. It was too damn hot for that, so instead he was wearing some white tiger stripe shorts and a white tank. His hat was gone and nothing but his cute black hair was exposed. As he walked over, he could practically feel his fingers tingling with the desire to touch you. Yet, he was not the only mischievous one.

"Ooo, (name) looks so fine!"

"Yeah, yeah! Look at those legs!"

Mista cringed and turned to his shoulder to see number three and six practically panting at your figure.

"Shut UP! She's gonna hear you you little fu--"

You could hear the faint commotion and sat up with caution,

"Who's there?"

Mista panicked and quickly darted onto the patio,

"It's just me!"

Your lips curved into a wide smile,

"Oh, Guido!" You relaxed once again, letting your shoulders droop,

"I thought you were an intruder for a second."

Mista smirked, his tense body also relaxing,

"Pfft. You worry too much," Mista took rest at the tail end of your chair,

"Besides it's too damn hot for anyone to even think about attacking."

You grinned a little deviously, teasing his leg with your foot,

"Wouldn't that be the perfect time though? To catch us when we're vunerable...and sweaty?"

Mista grinned back and leaned forward to let his hand rest on your bare leg,

"I'd say the only vunerable one is you, babe."

"Oh! Nice line, Mista!"

You raised a brow at the tiny voice and watched Mista whip around only to see Number One showing off a shit-eating grin.

"Damnit, I told you to be quiet!"

"Can I touch (name)?" Number Two said, rushing towards you, but not before Number Five stopped him,

"Guys, stop. You're being so rude, waa..."

"Ugh! You bastards always ruin the mood!" Mista said as he grabbed them all in his hand.

Upon seeing this commotion, you couldn't help but laugh. You sat up and leaned over to Mista to look at the pistols,

"Ahh, your little wingmen I see."