JJBA Oneshots 🤪

wounded - mista

"babe, come on just let me see it." you cooed at your stupid boyfriend who had accidentally shot himself in the shoulder, again.

"no y/n, just let giorno fix me up. i'll be okay" he reassured as he waved you away from him, he didn't want you to worry about him or see him in pain.

"giorno's not going to be home for a little while, come on let me clean you up and at least bandage your shoulder before he comes back to fix you." you pleaded as you stepped closer to him to check his injury.

he squirmed under your touch, wincing slightly as you pulled the fabric out from the gauge in his shoulder.

"come on, let's get you showered mista." you weren't asking anymore, you were pulling him and dragging him into the shower wether he liked it or not.

you sat him down on the toilet and began to remove his shoes, socks and trousers. although he was slightly ashamed that you had to help him undress he couldn't help but watch your face as your eyes trailed his body.

you pulled him to his feet and attempted to pull the shirt of his head, it didn't really work out and ended in mista yelling at you for hurting him.

"y/n my arm is gonna fall off!" he writhed in pain and you stopped the pulling and decided to just cut the shirt off him.

he didn't like that idea as now he'd have to find another cropped long sleeve t-shirt to wear.
although some people might think it odd he dressed that way you were not complaining as you could admire his abs and v lines at any moment of the day you wanted.

mista never let his gaze up from you as he watched you carefully cut the fabric from his torso and his arms.

after you were finished stripping mista down, you started to strip yourself down earning an excited gasp from mista.

"why didn't you lead with this? we could have showered faster if i knew you'd be coming in with me." he said winking at you, you playfully stuck your tongue out as you lifted your shirt over your head.

"how else was i supposed to wash you? besides we're both pretty gross from training today anyway so let's save some water n shower together." you said as you guided him into the shower and turned the water on.

the warm water poured over you both, glistening across your bodies, mista's eyes couldn't help but travel all over your body, he tried to hold you in his arms as you began dabbing lightly on the broken skin.
you were being so gentle, keeping laser focus on every action and movement you made over his sore.

mista was being playful and grabbing your ass and brushing his free hand over your hips every so often managing to get a little squeak from your lips.

once you were satisfied with the cleaning of his shoulder, you began to wash the rest of his body. he enjoyed watching you delicately wash the soap over his chest and around his back, you did all of this without breaking any eye contact.

"you're driving me crazy y/n." he breathed out in pleasure as you cupped his butt in your small hands. you flashed a cheeky grin before returning to the task at hand.

you washed his hair and then you let mista wash you, he took every opportunity he could to make your breathing hitch. as his fingertips trailed across your back and down your sides, stopping just at your lower region.

you let out a little whine and then decided it would probably be a bad idea to do anything crazy right now with mista in his current situation.

you turned the water off and mista pouted like a child, you wrapped a towel around him and then yourself before guiding him into your bedroom and searching for the first aid kit.

"ouch! that hurts!" mista gripped your arm as you tried to stitch his shoulder closed.

"well it ain't gonna feel like flowers is it?" you retorted, before clipping the surgical string and placing a bandage wrapping over his shoulder.

"there all fixed." you smiled before leaning in to give him a little peck on the lips.

you tried to draw back but mista wouldn't let you, overpowering you even with his weak arm, he deepened the kiss and pulled you on top of him.

he winced slightly into the kiss which caused you to force yourself off of him. there was nothing else in the world you'd want to do more than kiss your boyfriend and maybe fool around a little but knowing he was in pain from your touch was kind of a mood killer.

"y/n, please." he begged you, tugging at your hips signifying you to come back to your place on top of him but you shook your head and lay flat next to him.

"sorry babe, maybe later when you're all fixed up. can't have you wincing in pain while i'm trying to pleasure you." you say before bopping his nose softly with your finger.

"what have i got to be wincing about?" he grunted as he gripped his shoulder in pain.

"guido, you're fucking wounded."

894 words yo
i lowkey love mista sm
he's like an actual angel