DON'T BE A TEASE ! M!reader

DON'T BE A TEASE ! — m!reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 :: guido mista

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :: gunplay(?) the gun isn't loaded though, bad sex pun(s?)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: pew pew, pass pass! technically, reader's gender isn't at all specified, but mista uses the masculine term for bastard in italian at the end.

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mista tensed up at the feeling of his back against the cool sheets on the bed that you so effortlessly pinned him to. you could see in his obsidian eyes that he wanted you to kiss him—so you did. he resisted at first but gave in to his desires after a few seconds. the kiss became a heated battle for dominance—which you quickly won due to your vast experience. your kisses, no matter how much he could try to prepare, would always have him melting like butter on a hot sunday afternoon.

eventually, mista had to break the kiss to take a breath, and it was then that he noticed his revolver in your hand. he gave you a questioning look as if to ask what you were planning to do with his gun. last he checked it wasn't loaded—but that did little to help his confusion, if not confusing him even more. guido had very little time to think about it before he felt the barrel against his cock, which he only just now realized was full mast.

“oh my. looks like one of your pistols were loaded, after all.” you say, chuckling softly at guido's reaction. his face only seemed to gradually redden as he looked up at you. “as many times as we've done this, it's funny how you still get embarrassed.” you traced the outline of his bulge with the gun, watching in amusement as his cock twitched in his leather pants.

“it's embarrassing because you tease too much–” mista mumbled, looking away from you. “you know how much it turns me on when you do these things..”

you set the gun down on the nightstand beside you before standing up. mista once again looked up at you, confused. you gestured towards the clock on the nightstand, hoping he'd get it—but of course, he didn't. “i have a meeting to attend in about an hour. i don't know when i'll be back, so i'll just leave you to.. take care of mini mista.” you say, grabbing your coat from a nearby chair, slinging it over your shoulder, and heading for the door.

“bastardo– if you're gonna start something, then finish it!” the other man exclaimed, clearly annoyed as this wasn't the first time you've teased him—only to leave him hanging before you got to the good part. “i hate you.” he mumbled.

“love you too, guido.”

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