Fun {Guido Mista x GN! Reader}
Sighhh horny hours once more
You sat on top of Mista as he laid down on the messy bed, your hips moving slowly digging slightly into the growing erection underneath his tight pants. His rough hands moulded against your body, fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass or traveling up with chills following suit down your spine. Your lips clashed together messily, tongues tangled and out of breath. Your hands were busying themselves in Mista’s dark curls, pulling at them gently to receive a small groan from him in return. Your hands swapped from his hair to his face, gently caressing his burning skin while you took his breath away with the irregular-paced kisses. Mista’s hands tried to grip down on your waist, trying his best to move his hips faster against your clothed sex to entice you to further the moment. However, you wouldn’t budge. You kept your achingly slow pace, it would be worth it for the ache down in your sex. You took a bold step forward, being the one to press your tongue into Mista’s mouth to claim what’s yours in that needy makeout as the whimpers and groans escaping his throat were muffled by your mouth. You could tell he wanted more and that’s what you wanted, although you just wanted to see how long you could keep it up.
You eventually pulled away from Mista’s sun-kissed lips, a single trail of saliva still connecting the two of you as he let out short pants. His onyx gaze was half-lidded, staring into yours as he weakly tried to catch his breath.
“Mia Musa.” Mista panted, his hips still grinding against your as his hands roughly held your hips to dig further onto his concealed cock. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I’m gonna die if you’re not gonna do somethin’.”
“Those who are patient get their reward in the meantime.”
“Fuck, babe, you’re killin’ me here.” Mista groaned, his hands deciding to move onto the swell of your ass and giving your cheeks a soft squeeze. Your hands continued to gently run along the side of his face and comb into the wild dark chocolate curls, bringing your lips to close to the corner of his lips as you started kissing a slow and burning trail down to his neck. Your hips were still moving at its burning slow pace, Mista’s bulge excitedly growing bigger and straining against his pants and pressing up against your sex. Your lips felt like fire on his skin as you whispered such hot filth against his body, the way your hands felt against his head and face felt oddly pleasurable. It was hypnotising him more into his lust-dazed state, it made the stimulation of your hips and your lips now suckling a bright red hickey on his skin somehow increase tenfold. You left a mark that would soon bloom dark purple before snaking your head back up to capture Mista into another tongue-tied kiss. He moaned loudly in the muddled kiss, allowing your tongue completely taking him over and claiming him; you wanted to smirk, but you couldn’t.
Seconds were drawn out into incomprehensible minutes, there was no telling how long you two were in this position as the two of you were absorbed in your own bubble. You can tell Mista was reaching that point, his desperate ruts into you and the way he now whined for more of your attention was more than enough to tell you it was time. One of your hands traveled down Mista’s body and onto his concealed cock, palming it a couple of times through the rough denim of his jeans and his thin boxers for the final moment. Mista’s whole body tensed at the contact, his head thrown back as he let out a whiny moan, saliva dripping down the side of his mouth and his dark eyes rolling back as he twitched uncontrollably for a moment. He let out small pants as his whole body was trying to rebound from the amount of shock he went through, the look was all worth it as the sight nearly brought you over your needy edge. Like a toddler on Christmas, you excitedly unzipped Mista’s pants and yanked it down just enough to see the prominent wet stain soaking the tiger-striped material. You giggled, gently letting your finger stroke against the Mista’s shaft to earn another loud whine from him as he was still sensitive from his orgasm. He looked over at you, sweat forming on his forehead and hazy eyes:
“You cheater.” He half-heartedly laugh. You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose with a giggle, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it...The thought was really tempting and...It was completely worth it.”
“I hope...You got your fun out of it, Mia Musa.” Mista panted out his sentences, regaining control over his heart beat once more. “Because it’s my turn now.”
