Revolving (18+) Mista x Reader

Chapter 1/1

Hi all! This is going to be extremely horny so I apologize in advance- unless you're into that. 😏 Anyways, ENJOY AND THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

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    It was a warm night, right on the coast of Naples where Mista had purchased your home together. The balcony overlooked the gulf, and below you could see how high up you really were. The rocky hill below looked daunting against the crashing waves, but you leaned over-unbothered by the view.

Despite the humid weather, the wind was fairly strong tonight; whipping your hair around and stinging your skin with its harshness. You were wearing a lavender, lace lingerie corset with matching underwear (Mista had bought it for you while in Paris), so your skin was exposed to it all. It was one of those nights- Mista had been on business with Giorno for a few days now- you were alone, bored, and wine drunk- anticipating what awaited when he came home.

As your vision stirred around in its drunken stupor-you were hanging onto the balcony and your fingers twirled and danced around the intricate details of the railing. Suddenly, a warm, calloused hand ran up your back, and then grabbed your hair firmly-but gently-spinning you around. Mista. You were so happy to see him, it always felt like months had passed when he was away for extended periods of time.

"Dolcezza" he uttered, still gripping your hair. You loved how adoring -yet rough- he was with you.

"Did you miss me?"

    Of course! He was all you thought about.
"You know I did". As you finished uttering the words, he pulled your head back to kiss on your neck, up to your lips, leaving your hairs standing up. He spoke up again, whispering into your ear.

"Don't think I forgot our little incident before I left".

You swallowed. How could you have forgotten? Was it the time passing? The wine? Stupidity? You shook your head, remembering what he was referring to.

-4 days prior, mid afternoon-

    Mista held the door of the restaurant open for you, and guided you to your seat where you both had a reserved table. The brunette thought that- before he left for work- he should treat you and spend some time together.

You had purposely flirted with the waiter (whose face you can't even remember now). Admittedly, Mista was very controlling, but it turned you on in an unexplainable way. It had been a while since you had seen him angry or possessive, mostly because he had been so busy with work. Maybe you were wanting to get a taste of it again, or just wanted to test him for your own pleasure; Either way, he never batted an eye during your lunch with him, not even when the waiter smirked at him in a "you jealous?" kind of way. He sipped his wine, enjoyed his meal; so calm and unbothered.

    You felt like a brat after seeing him with no reaction to what you did, but also disappointed to some extent.
When you parted ways, he kissed and held you like he always did, whispering how much he loved you. Completely normal.

-present-

    You knew his reaction. His words were calm but you could tell that he was going to get rougher with you in the next few seconds. You were getting wet with excitement, even though you knew you shouldn't be.

"Non arrabbiarti troppo, amore mio." (Don't get too riled up, my love)

Every word he spoke made your most sensitive bits throb in enthusiasm.

"Come with me."

He was being sweet. It was odd that he did that even while angry. Mista kept a hold on your hair but used his other hand to grab your wrist and pin it behind your back, and led you into the home.
   
You were smiling to yourself, knowing you'd get punished properly, but then you screamed once your eyes landed on the sofa. It was a man.. wait no. The waiter that you had flirted with 4 days ago. He was tied up on the couch, a gag in his mouth.