#i wanted a reason to write n/s/f/w mista smut hehe

[mistabullets]

His Cupcake

Word Count: 1.4k

Characters: Mista Guido x Fem!Reader

Content: afab reader, she/her pronouns, cunnilingus, eating out, vaginal fingering, teasing

Summary: Your boyfriend has been gone on a mission for a few days and you decide to treat him to a pleasant surprise. 

Not SFW under cut ;

The last time you saw the gunslinger, it was three days ago; aware of his line of work, you waited anxiously for Mista’s return. The occasional anxiety would bubble in the pit of your stomach and tighten at your heart. But you knew of your boyfriend’s skills, you trusted in him and his stand’s abilities. He gave you a call the night before, washing away all the tension built up, and informed you he should be home tomorrow evening. Relieved filled you when you heard Mista called you by your cute yet silly nickname. “Don’t worry, pasticcina. The mission was a walk in the park. Can’t wait to see you and your cute face tomorrow~”

You giggled, hearing your boyfriend’s enthusiasm through the phone, “Give Signore Bucciarati my regards. Make it home safe, caro. I love you.”

“Sure thing, ti amo anch’io! Addio~” he said, ever so sweetly followed by a click. From the tone of his voice and having spent the past hour on the phone, he had missed you. You decided to treat him to something special for his return. A light bulb flickered in your head and you found yourself rummaging through your dresser, looking for something in particular. After a couple minutes, you had found a raunchy lingerie set Mista had bought you just a week ago. The print was a bit tacky, with red and black leopard print (of course, your boyfriend was obsessed with leopard and cheetah patterns on himself and especially you). You double-checked and made sure it fit you; while you did not particularly like the design, you had to admit, it hugged your curves quite nicely. 

You could not wait for your polpetto to return home.

**

The following evening, you were alerted by the sound of the front door, the knob jiggling, and rattling as someone unlocked it. You grinned ear to ear as you heard your boyfriend open the door, calling for you. He kicked off his shoes and made sure to lock the door behind him. “Pasticcina, I’m home!” Mista announced, breaking the silence. You giggled softly before making your presence known, “Caro, come to the bedroom~” you called for him, adding honey to every syllable articulated. A wolfish beam was forming on his lips, as he made his way to the bedroom you two shared. 

The door swung open and he was pleasantly greeted your body, sprawled out on the bed in a seductive pose. He noticed your choice of lingerie, elated by the fact you were finally wearing it. It was just too bad he was going to rip that off your body. Mista stalked up to the bed, predatory and a hungry glint to his dark eyes, before pouncing on you like a cat. You giggled but gasped from the clothed erection brushed up against your thigh. “Babe, you have no idea how much I missed you. I was thinking all about you on the way home.”

 “G-Guido,” just his words caused your thighs to rub up against each other, aware of the ache in your heat. Mista took note, chuckling at your desperation. “Seems like you missed me too,” he teased before nestling on top of your smaller figure. He crashed his mouth onto yours. His kisses were messy but passionate nonetheless; you whimpered into his mouth as his hands explored the familiar road map of your body. He stopped at one of his favorite spots, your breasts, and gave them a playful squeeze. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your warm orifice, the taste of you always savory. 

After ravishing your mouth with sloppy lip actions, his attention was drawn to the column of your neck and the bare collarbone. He peppered kisses, making sure to suckle and leave bruising marks throughout his exploration. Nimble and trained fingers unhooked your bra, his tongue wanting to have a taste of your delicious nipples, hardened by the cool air. His mouth engulfed the bud with moist warmth while your unattended nipple tweaked between Mista’s fingers. Your hands found the crown of your lover’s head, slipping off the hat and throwing it into the floor along with your bra. Digits carded roughly through a mess of beautiful dark, curly locks. 

“God, Y/N, mio dolce pasticcina, I’m so hungry for you,” Guido groaned against your skin, grinding himself against the mattress. He left ghost kisses across the abdomen; he trailed closer to his designation, to the apex of your thighs. He easily managed to spread your legs and anticipation bubbled in your stomach. Shamelessly, he pressed his mouth against your clothed sex, lapping his tongue against the wet spot and drinking it up. His thumbs hooked into the hem of your panties, quite sad to discard the lingerie. But he was eager to devour your core and having you wailing his name, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

“G-God--please, Guido, hurry up--” you begged. While he would relish in your moans and take it a step further, Mista was just as eager to savor the essence of you. Hastily, he tore the panties clinging to your core. He took a moment to admire the pretty shade of your pussy, spreading the plush lips of sex. 

Mista laughed, glancing up to see your cheeks radiating a pretty red blush. One of your hands was tangled in his curls and the other tightened their grip on the bedsheets. God, you were so cute like this—

“Well babe, bon appetit~” he chimed in as he buried his face between your thighs. God, he was stupid, but he was stupidly good with his tongue. The fleshy appendage left a strip across the slit of your head before probing at your entrance. Moaning his name, you tightened your grasp in his black locks, which edged to go further. Mista placed one hand on your inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze and caress, while the other made work at teasing your clit. His index and middle fingers pressed against the pink pearl, rubbing with merciful intent. You gasped, feeling the tip of your boyfriend’s tongue push inside your aching heat, the coil in your stomach becoming more unbearable, seeking to spring free. Guido proceeded to fuck your cunt with merely his tongue for what for like a blissful eternity; your juices tasted so sweet to him, like a cupcake. His gaze took a glimpse of a pleasured face; eyes blown out, mouth wide open, and your moans and whimpers becoming louder and louder—

“Keep your eyes on me, bambina,” he grunted, edge slipped through his tone.

His mouth and fingers swapped place. Mista’s lips attacked your sensitive clit while fingers plunged into your tight walls, buried to the hilt. While his mouth made work, sucking in the swollen bud of your core and pressing his tongue against it, his digits curled and scissored up against your sweet spot. White stars hit your vision, as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. You pushed your boyfriend impossibly closer to sex, his nose tickling against the skin of your labia. Mista knew you were getting close, just from your eyes and the grip you had on his hair. Applying more luscious force and pressure, he continued with his ministrations, but tenfold. You let out a delectable moan, bordering on a scream. “G-Guido--I’m going to cum, I-I’m cumming--!”

“Cum for me, mio pasticcina~” he commanded ever so sweetly, dark orbs watching your beautiful form come undone and you did, your velvet heat clenching on to your boyfriend’s fingers, gushing out the juices Mista craved. The white stars exploded, and coil snapped in your stomach, as your orgasm finally reached, causing your body to shake and convulse. Mista let you ride out your orgasm, nibbling on your clit and finger fucking the tight heat of your cunt. Once you came down from your high, he proceeded to drink up your cum, pulling his thick fingers out from your spent pussy. 

“You must taste yourself, bambina,” Mista said, coming up toward your lips and giving you a passionate kiss. You smile against it, wrapping your heavy arms around your boyfriend, enjoying the taste of you. 

You felt his erection up against your thigh again and he grinned devilishly at you, as you let out a slight yelp. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he teased, giving you another messy kiss, already starting to work himself up again. 

And he was right. For your polpetto was a man who liked his dessert first.

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