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Enjoy these sweet and yummy oneshots involving your favorite JJBA characters (mainly from part 5) to help sweeten your life. This collection will feature occasio...
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"WATCH OUT!"
"HE'S BEHIND YOU!"
"WAHHH, TURN AROUND!"
"LOOK BEHIND YOU, YOU DUMD BITCH!"
"HE'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"RUNAWAY!"
Mista snarled silently under his breath as he continued gazing at the television. Snuggled next to him, you giggled at Sex Pistols as they all screamed at the television screen.
Currently, you were all watching the movie "Halloween," with the little guys all yelling at a scene were the main protagonist, Laurie Strode was leaning against the doorframe unaware of a certain masked serial killer had risen up form behind her.
You had your head resting on your boyfriend's shoulder with a bowl of salted caramel popcorn in your hands. You were dressed in a oversized t-shirt (obviously one Mista's shirts) and a pair of yoga pants.
To recap, after a successful mission, Mista thought it would've been a great idea to pay his cute girlfriend a visit and perhaps spend the day together watching a movie, making out. and of course, having s.e.x.
Unfortunately, and much to his dismay, Sex Pistols had decided they too wanted nothing more than to spend time with their 'favorite girl' thus lending the two of you in this current situation.
Although, it was clear to you that your handsome boyfriend was beyond annoyed and a bit sexually frustrated, however you were currently enjoying the little guys company.
To you, they were just so cute and rowdy, and unlike their attitude towards Mista, they absolutely adored you and would constantly competed with their so-called master and each other for your affection.
No.1 would often try to impress or flirt with you.
No.2 would mostly comment you on how pretty or sexy you look.
No.3 was very possessive towards you, often yelling 'MINE' whenever Mista or the others got too close to you and would usually pick on 5 for receiving more kisses than him.
No.5 was your baby as he would snuggle against you for some much needed affection and comfort.
No.6 wasn't afraid to steal a kiss on your cheek whenever the others nor Mista weren't looking.
No.7 was very open with his affection towards you, even at one point jokingly asked when were you gonna dump Mista for them.
Indeed, each were a definition of Mista's personality and you loved every single one of them, especially the very man they represent sitting right next to you. You gave a sigh before gazing up at your lover. He was dressed in his sleep wear which consist of a navy blue tank top that showed off his muscular arms and his well-toned frame, and a pair of trunks. He wasn't wearing his hat so you had a good view of his short shaggy ebony hair which needed a good brushing.
You smiled at how handsome he looked as you dung your hand into the bowl of caramel popcorn you had been holding, popping several into your mouth.
Mista felt your gaze on him and looked down at you, only to see you glaring at him lovingly and...lustfully.
"What's on your mind, Tesoro? He asked a smile tugging at his lips as if already knowing the answer.
"You♡" you say lovingly, before slowly reaching up to kiss him on the lips.
Mista groans, delighted by your sudden action. He could obviously taste the sweet salty caramel on your lips. Both sweet and addicting, it would be a lie if he said it didn't make him aroused than he already was.
"LOOK, MISTA'S KISSING (Y/N)!" Exclaimed No.7.
"HEY, WHERE'S MY KISS WOMAN?" Exclaimed No.1.
"I WANT A KISS TOO!" No.2 replied.
"WAHHH, HOW COULD YOU (Y/N)! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?" Cried No.5.
"(Y/N)'S MINE!" Roared No.3.
"(Y/N)'S KISSES BELONGED TO US!" Exclaimed No.6
Mista and you pulled away as you both gaze down at Sex Pistols, Mista snarled at his stand, his expression going on the defensive.
"Fuck off you little shits, she's not yours to share! Go back to watching the movie!" He said as he swatted them away as if they were annoying flies.
You shook your head at their antics, only to feel a tiny poke on your cheek. You averted you eyes down to your right shoulder only see No.5 looking up at you with soulful puppy dog eyes. You smiled knowing what he wanted, as you leaned down to give him a quick kiss to the forehead. Luckily, the others were too busy arguing with Mista to even notice.
"What some caramel popcorn, sweetheart?" You asked reaching into the bowl and before holding up a piece. No.5 beamed before taking it from you, eagerly popping it into his mouth. The little Stand rubbed his cheeks in delight, however this didn't go unnoticed by the others who all were watching the display.
"NO FAIR, I WANT SOME!"
"ME TOO (Y/N)!
"DON'T FEED THAT WEAKLING, FEED ME!"
"POPCORN, POPCORN, I WANT POPCORN!!!"
"GIMMIE POPCORN, WOMAN!"
You smiled then held the bowl up to them, watching as they all dived into the sweet caramel salty goodness. You laughed as they all stuffed their faces and cheered. They were all like little children, and that thought alone made you think about your future with Mista.
I wonder what our babies would be like? you thought.
You felt Mista shift beside you and warpped a arm around you, pulling you close.
"You shouldn't baby'em, they're already spoiled!" He breathed.
"But I just love seeing them so happy, it's cute...just like you!" You leaned against him.
"I'm not cute!"
"I know; you're badass and I love you!"
"Love you too, tesoro!" He said before kissing you.
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It wasn't long when the credits from the movie rolled on screen, the soft little sounds of snores filled to room as Sex Pistols lay fast asleep on the coffee table, tummies now stuffed with popcorn.
Mista and you had quietly made your way upstairs for some much needed alone time.
