Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[60] longing.

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People said being in love is butterflies in your stomach and weak knees.

"Do you want to cuddles?"

You nod lightly to him and he smiles while pulling you up from the corner of the room. He carries you to the bed, making you sleep on top of him then pulling the blanket up. The weather was sunny enough which brighten the room and as warm as typical spring. Nothing is wrong to add a little more heat by cuddling under the blanket. Especially when you feel cold and empty.

There must be no one but you and him in the mansion right now. By the time you come some hours ago, which you can't remember, nobody was home. And you, whose been exhausted by your mission alone, immediately curling up by the corner of your bedroom. Your habit since you were little because the bed was a privilege for you back then. By the time passing by, you learn that staying in bed alone will only make you more miserable than you already are.

And that's where you're always grateful to have such an understanding boyfriend. He came back to find you in your room while anxiously hiding alone, and didn't ask anything but offer you to have contact with him immediately. He was probably tired of himself too and still prioritizing you. You're content, full of love already.

You lift your face a little to see him and he was already staring at you. A bright warm smile shaping his lips before they went to kiss your forehead.

"What is it, [y/n]?"

You get up on your hands, slowly went to kiss him on the lips as if you can't get enough. And you'll never will anyway. "Thank you, Pannacotta."

"Thank you," Pannacotta replied while keeping his hand tight around you. "Your existence only is what I needed and I can't describe how lucky and grateful I am to have you as my better half."

"I'll do everything I can to keep you as mine," declare you, back to sleep on his chest after leaving him with a smile.

Pannacotta humming in delight, closing his eyes and caressing your hair at the same time. He was holding himself back from throwing fits the whole day. Straining himself to not burdening Giorno any further than he already is. It's okay now that he can see you, feel you, loving you.

Both of you fall asleep for quite the time that the sun is almost gone. Waking up at the same time, you two chuckles from the odd. When your stomach grumbling, Pannacotta leaning to cup your face on one hand and bite the other cheek lightly.

"Guess we forgot lunch," he murmurs as he gets up while you sit on his lap. "Where should we go for tonight? I think Mista just filled the pantry this morning. We can cook something if you don't feel like going out."

"That would be perfect, my love. Let's cook something together."

"Shower first?"

Your eyes following Pannacotta's direction down to your chest. The thin white shirt is now transparent because of the sweats and his shirt too, behind the necktie you can see his well-toned chest. He didn't even get to take off his suit jacket.

"Isn't this somewhat feels like a sauna?" you laugh while taking off his jacket. "Let's go shower first. Do you want to go together?"

"How can I refuse that?" Pannacotta lifts you in his arms again. "What should we cook, my love?"

The sun has completely gone to the other part of the world when the two of you come out of the bathroom. It's a given since you two took the time to relax, sharing stories on what happened during the mission, and deciding on what to cook. The last one was quite hard but solved with a kiss.

You settle with a plain one-piece dress before comes out of the room, running through the hallway, tiptoeing down the stairs to the kitchen. Pannacotta has already go first because you had to do some skincare routine which he can't understand. As long as it means self-care, Pannacotta will let you do anything. To your surprise, Mista and Giorno are also there in the kitchen.

"Welcome back, Giogio, Mista," you welcomed them but hugging your lover from the side. "Perhaps you two want to join us for dinner?"

Giorno smiles in a meaningful way, Mista smirks and Fugo smiles menacingly.

"Well?" You chuckle as Pannacotta saying it. Giorno shook his head firmly.

"We're good, in fact, we just ate." Mista took the role to respond.

Pannacotta nodding delightfully before turning to the don of the house. "How many times we have left for ourselves?"

"I already planning for both of you to rest tomorrow since last mission was hard and I had to separate you two," Giorno reply, "it goes for all of us here. Also, next month we'll have a vacation together."

"Vacation?" you asked, Pannacotta resting his chin on top of your head.

"I insisted," Mista wiggling his eyebrows, "we haven't go anywhere together. I figure that it's the time since Passione is now more stable."

"Good thinking, Mista."

"I know right?" Mista chuckles at you. "Let's deciding on the destination later."

Giorno and Mista left after saying that they will do some paperwork before going to bed. It must have been a rough mission for them too.

"Do you have paperwork too?"

"I think yes, I have some left." Pannacotta turned around, you were tying the apron for him.

"You're going to do it after dinner?"

He must have recognizes your concern that he cupping your face. "I'm too tired to do the paperwork. I want to spend my time tonight with you." His smiles spreading when you nod eagerly.

Pannacotta is an amazing cook, some may not believe it but it's the truth. You were only acting as his assistant who did everything he needs you to. Resulting in a marvelous dinner where the table was filling with many dishes. It was all delicious and wine has been chosen to end it.

"I don't want to go to mission alone."

"Me too, [y/n]. All of us do."

"It must have been hard for Giogio too, right?"

"Yes," Pannacotta reply with you leaning on him. "Giorno has indeed taken Passione under his control but we lack people we can trust."

You set your glass on the table, raising your knees to hug it. "This should be okay. We'll stay together. You, Giorno, Mista, and me."

"It won't be like last time," Pannacotta sucks in a deep breath, "I promise."

"I love you, Pannacotta. I love you."

"I love you too." He wraps himself around you. Closing his eyes to savor you to his mind. If it not because of you, he'll never be here. And he knows you survived just for him. It was a tragedy. A tragedy that shouldn't happen ever again.

His eyelids startle open when you call his name.

"I think it's time to move to bed," you suggest with a smile lingers still, "I want to sleep in your room tonight."

"We just did last time?"

"We took a nap in my room remember? The sheets are sticky from our sweats. No, don't carry me, let me like this." You sway yourself to embrace his arms, pretty solid of muscles. They're maybe nothing compared to Mista's but your man is not losing either. Must be the result of spoiling you by carrying you whenever he can.

"Should we put your bedsheets into the washing machine first?"

"You're too diligent."

"If we're doing it tomorrow, we'll have less time together," he reasons with a smirk hanging. Your laugh slipping out brightly.

"I can't argue with that."

People said being in love is butterflies in your stomach and weak knees. But being love is much more than that, at least based on what you experienced yourself. Being in love means achieving peace and no longer worries about anything. It's about trusting each other company for your whole lives. Being in love means everything shall be okay by the end of the day.