shayyy this is gonna kill me but... #41 w/ mista ฅ^. ̫ .^ฅ
Lmao Spacey, my sweet 💖 this is for you!
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You’re being coy again, and as much as he wants to say he hates it—he can’t.
He loves it when you unintentionally rile him up like this because it’s been such a long time since you both have had time to yourselves. For the past month, it’s been training, missions, mission reports, and meetings. The whole ‘rinse and repeat’ of it is starting to wear Mista down.
On his one off day this week, he simply wants to kick back with you and relax. Surely that isn’t too much to ask?
From across the room, you pin him with a hesitant look, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“Mista...” you say, “I just got back from work, can you wait a little?”
You’re stalling, you know it and Mista does too. His wolffish grin widens a fraction, "Kitten, don't make me tell you twice."
Mista pulls off his shirt and hat, leaving him in nothing but his infamous zebra pants and a gold chain. He gets himself comfortable on the sofa, even props up a pillow behind his head as he waits for you.
“Now, come here dolcezza, come sit on my face.”
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Thank you for 120 :)❤️
