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Mista x Reader fic Not SFW: The Slurpee Incident

This fic was dangerously self-indulgent, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy it. Also an alarming amount of Angela Lansbury to not be a crack fic

WARNING: Not sfw, blow jobs, deep throating, fluff, public indecency (?) several references to older tv shows including murder she wrote, etc

“Angela Lansbury is a saint, and I won’t tolerate any more slander to her good name!” Mista proclaimed, stomping down the snack isles of the local convenience store. Mista had called you about an hour ago to let you know he was done with “Work” and the two of you were in the beginning of your domestic routine. Mista and you would, at least once a week, grab as many snack foods as the two of you could carry to replenish your boyfriend and the Sex Pistols, build a pillow fort in your living room, and binge watch old tv shows no one had heard of for decades until you either fell asleep, had sex, or sometimes both. The two of you had gotten through Dragnet, Boston Legal, Trailer Park Boys. You had recently started watching murder she wrote, which had brought you to your current discussion.

“Of course she’s a saint, Mista, i’m not arguing that at all- for god’s sakes she’s Mrs. Potts, it’s impossible to hate her! I’m just saying, would it kill the writers to come up with plot lines that don’t revolve around her family? I mean, Grady’s cool and all, I like the relationship between him and Jessica-” Jessica is, of course, the name of Angela Lansbury’s character-”But Grady’s fiance? And family?? Donna’s a cute enough character, but the episode about their wedding was like something from a sitcom, not a murder mystery.” You argued your case to him, stopping by the Slushy machine to fill a cup, “Your favorite still Blue Raspberry?”

“Yes, and I will admit, that sometimes the familial subplots run a bit thin, and certain episodes don’t let Angela shine her brightest-BUT!” He Pointed at you for emphasis, as he grabbed the slushie from you and took a dramatic sip, “ -BUT the small town drama and family drama is what MAKES Murder She Wrote the show it is! I mean, Doc Seth, Sheriff Tupper? They’re just as important as Jessica to Cabot Cove!”

A cleared throat followed by a glare from the cashier interrupted the two of you, pointedly looking at the drink and open packages Mista had been too impatient to get into. Sheepishly, the two of you paid for your stash and quickly left, nothing but a bell to signal you were even there.

You paused outside of the doors, looked at one another, and burst into laughter.

“Man,did you see that guy’s face? Can you imagine, he probably had no idea what we were talking about at all!” Mista cackled.

“He must think we’re crazy or something!” You giggled, pulling him away and toward your favorite shortcut.

Normally you wouldn’t go home down a back alley like this, especially in the dark of night, but with Mista you had zero worries. Yes, he was a silly man passionate about old tv shows and actresses, but he was also a full-fledged mafioso that you trusted with your life.

“Hey, gimme some more of that slushie, I'm super thirsty.” You pulled the straw to your lips, sucking. You couldn’t help but notice the way Mista eyed you so intently, a flush on his cheeks and a lump on his throat. Looking down, you could see another lump as well.

“Seriously, Mista?” You asked, rolling your eyes. Your boyfriend had a hair trigger in his pants, and you weren’t talking about the sex pistols.

“Hey~ cut me some slack! It’s been awhile since i saw you last, and, y’know,” Mista stammered, trying to justify himself, “I like the way you drink my slushie~”

You snorted, “Are you sure it’s not because you’ve been thinking about Angela Lansbury” You teased him.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You grabbed Mista, dropping your grocery bags (without spilling them onto the dirt soaked asphalt, thank you) and Kissed him hard. Mista quickly reciprocated, letting you push him against the brick wall behind him. You bit his lip before pulling away, tasting the blue raspberry on his lips.

“Your tongue’s blue,” Mista said, sticking a thumb into your mouth, poking you to stick it out. You licked his finger, and felt him twitch through his pants, groaning. You pulled away from Mista, only to kneel down in front of him.

“Holy shit, y/n, for real? Here??” Mista whispered, as if he was afraid someone was going to find the two of you.

“ Keep drinking your slushie and stay quiet, I'm gonna make sure I'm the only woman you can think about for the rest of the night~” You replied, playing with his happy trail, gleefully watching the way Mista’s body leaned into your touch.

Mista choked on the straw with how quickly he jammed it into his mouth, moving with you to help you take his belt off of his tacky pants, and pulled him out of his underwear’s fly.

He groaned, biting the straw and bucking into your hands. Giggling, you shushed him stroking his shaft briefly, making sure he was fully hard and ready for you. You stuck out your blue tongue and licked a stripe from base to tip, swirling it around the head teasingly. Mista growled, his free hand Pushing you face first onto his cock, too impatient and nervous to draw out the teasing in a back alley like this. You moaned on his shaft, feeling it hit the back of your throat, savoring the feeling of fullness that would have intimidated you at the beginning of your relationship. Mista was large, but you weren’t a quitter- you had conquered his dick in your mouth, pussy and even ass like the size queen you were.

“Fuuuuck, y/n, you really know how to drive a guy wild. Did you do this sort of thing with any other lucky punk who dated you?” He grunted, trying not to move his hips and choke you on his cock. You just looked him in the eye as you deep throated him to the base, massaging his balls in one hand.

“Jesus, bella, keep doing that and I'm gonna cum real fast!” Mista gasped, nearly dropping his slushie.

“That’s kind of the idea,“ You told him bluntly, popping off his throbbing prick, to catch a deep breath before continuing.

Bobbing your head on and off him steadily faster, careful not to hit your gag reflex. Mista grinned down at you, clearly enjoying himself. In truth, he had been wanting this long before your slushie, but had planned to be a gentleman and ignore it until you were home and comfortable. But you, you could read him like a book, and always treated him right. Not just in the bedroom, but all the other ways that made him feel warm and fluffy inside. You were wonderful with Sex Pistols, you let him hang out with his gang no questions asked, you even accepted the unsavory, highly illegal parts of him as well. This? This was just icing on his cake, or rather syrup in his slurpee.

You could tell from the way Mista was looking at you, and leaking in your mouth, that he was close. You made sure to focus your efforts on his sensitive head, stroking his shaft with one hand and playing with his testes in the other.

“H-hey, i’m… y’know, so either pull off or don’t choke,” Mista warned you. You nodded; you wouldn’t dream of it. You said his name around his pulsing cockhead, and he busted hard and fast down your waiting throat. His cum was thick and creamy, and tasted vaguely sweet, or was that the slushie? Either way, you swallowed it all down as you stared at him unashamedly.

“y/n~~!” He giggled. Watching you swallow his load was always his favorite part. Like he was marking you as his. He pulled you off of the ground and kissed you, tongue tasting the remnants in each other’s mouths. You brushed off the dust from your pants, and grabbed the now-melted slurpee from Mista and finished it off.

“Heyyy!” He complained, watching you throw it into a dark corner of the alley. “Oh hush, I have plenty of soda at home.” Mista moped a little, but let it go, throwing an arm over your shoulder after he and you grabbed your grocery bags.

“Hey y/n,” Mista asked, walking to your place, “I was thinking- after we finish Murder she Wrote, do you wanna watch Friends?”

“First, you can eat my pussy out when we get home. We’ll figure out what to binge watch later.”

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