a/n: soft sex w mista>>> 😊
might be a lil ooc.
all lowercase.
guido mista was a man of simple pleasures. everything about his life (of course, despite being in passione and being apart of the bucci gang), his life consisted of mostly calm and peace. of course, apart from giorno, you were also now a new member of the bucci gang, surprisingly enough. you had quick wits and were quick on your feet, making you an excellent member. you were closest to him, always teasing each other and with the wonderful help of trish, (and obviously narancia), you finally got him into the shower. escaping from the little 'prison', or so he had called it, with a towel draped low around his waist. a little brown and faint happy trail leading down south, which could only leave you to imagine how it looked down there.
his body illuminated in the dim lighting of the hallway, footsteps heavy as he walked to his room. you looked at him from his bed once he made his entrance, eyes trailing down his lean body with raised eyes as he only shot you a curious glance. "and.. you, are in my room, why?" he muttered, curious as he rummaged through his closet, muscular back turned towards you. you only hummed, shrugging, "i needed to see if you looked any better. i could've sworn i seen the stink on you before, but now you seem to be so much better! im so proud of you!" you said sarcastically, laughing a little bit once he only blew raspberries at you.
"ok, well.." he trailed off, pressing his lips together. you raised a brow, tilting your head. "ugh. turn over, close your eyes, do anything. im gonna put on clothes. unless you wanna watch me?" he winked, wiggling his eyebrows seductively at you before you only shook your head. closing your eyes as you heard the towel drop to the floor. you peaked your left eye open, squinting as you pressed your lips together in surprise. his boxers were to his mid-thigh, before your eyes shut close again. racking through your choices of what to do when you just saw your best friends dick, you only opted to remain silent. you had half a mind to just go 'nice cock, bro' before going silent.
he coughed, clearing his throat to signal he was done before he shoved you to the other side of his bed to make room for himself, before groaning. you looked over at him, poking at his arm. "mista," you spoke slowly, only receiving another little groan in return before his eyes moved to look at yours. "what?" he spoke lowly, before you only pursed your lips and shrugged. "i don't know. i can't tell if it's your bedsheets or if it's you, but either way, it smells like shit. might need to wash your bedsheets." he only laughed in reply, (more so a scoff), before he rolled his eyes. he fell silent after a little brief moment of shared laughter between the two of you, before he rolled over on his side to face you. you scrunched your nose up in disgust, before pushing yourself up and sitting on the edge of his bed. he gave you a confused look, before you stood. "get up, you're getting back in the shower."
he blinked, confused. you only nodded your head towards the door, before he sighed and wailed. "but i just got out! don't wanna go back in," he huffed, and crossing his arms like a child, pouted, this is a grown ass man by the way, you had to remind yourself. you moved over to his side of the bed, softly grabbing his forearms, and tugging him. "mistaaaaaaaa," you had drawled his name, causing him to peak his brown eyes open at you. "don't fight me on this. i'll carry you to the shower and literally wash you myself if i have to." your voice was sickeningly sweet but had this sort of sternness only you could have. you, or a mother. he huffed, still stubborn, but compliant as his upper body was lifted and his body was soon being dragged out of the room. abbachio gave a look of either concern or confusion, and narancia only pointed and laughed at his best friend, whom was being dragged to the bathroom. his laughs still being heard outside the door, you sighed and turned the water to a warm temperature.
"alright, strip." you spoke smoothly, catching the gunman off-guard. he took a deep breath, "you're just gonna stay in here? like, and actually watch me bathe?? like, i'm a kid or somethin'?" he muttered, brows furrowed together as you nodded. you pulled the glass door to the side, hand held out to feel the temperature change before you began to lift your own baggy tshirt over your head. "yeah, of course. i need to ensure to the other, actually good smelling members, that you have had a thorough cleaning. i mean, man, you smell disgusting. how long has it been since you had a proper shower?" you spoke, almost disgusted. he knew you were teasing, and he knew you didn't really think he smelt that bad. you lifted your shirt over your head, his own shirt rising and falling to the ground as well. grabbing two towels off of the towel shelf, you placed them both on a towel hanger. mista was already nude by the time you had turned back, blinking before you shrugged. you two were best friends, why would you be embarrassed about each other?
mista had scars littering his tan body, ranging from severity and colour. a few scars resided on his back which you can only assume was from a fight somewhere, some time, more littering his lower body. you tore your eyes away from travelling lower any further, before you sighed. you had a collection of scars yourself, but nowhere as many as the gunslinger had. "alright, get in. im gonna add our clothes in the laundry basket." he gave a little curt nod, stepping in as the water ran down his body. you watched for a moment, gathering your clothes and throwing them into a basket, before joining mista in the shower and sliding the glass door closed behind you. your hair was immediately dowsed in the warm water. you grabbed his waist, forcing him to switch spots as short dark brunette locks were also drenched in water. he shivered, goosebumps visibly forming on his skin before you grabbed the body wash, pressing your lips together as you looked for something to wash his body with. maybe a cloth, something like that? nothing of the sort, of course. a deep sigh came from you, causing mista to grin. "i can wash myself, you know." he singed, causing you to hush him. "no you can't. shut up."
mista fell silent, watching as you reached behind him to barely get your fingertips wet before you reached back to put your hands in front of you, rubbing them together to lather your hands in soap before they began to roam his chest, spreading upwards and towards his shoulders. "you know," he began, voice shaky, "i don't think that most friends help wash each other off. you sure you ain't crushin' on me?" he flirted, winking at you before you shrugged. your hands continued to lather his entire body in soap, starting from his neck and working your way down. your hands roamed down his forearms, rubbing his wrist gently before you added some more soap into your hands, rubbing them together before you signaled for him to turn. rubbing his scared back slowly, giving him the same treatment as his front side.
he let out a sigh of relief coming from him at the feeling of your hands roaming his back, eyes narrowing before his eyes closed completely. a deep groan rang in your ears, your hands feeling unparalleled to any feeling he had ever felt before. soft, slim and long fingers ran along his skin, soaping it up. too lost in the bliss that was your hands, he didn't realize you had asked him to spin around so his back could be rinsed off. your hands grasped his biceps, forcefully turning him. steam fogged up the bathroom, water drowning any other outside sounds.
brown eyes came to meet your own, pausing for a moment as the hot water hit his back. he blinked, then gave you a little goofy grin. "my, my. what a pretty sight you are," you laughed quietly, hands finding perch on his shoulders. he only scoffed, rolling his eyes, "could say the same about you. never thought i'd be taking a shower with my best friend, but there's always a first for everything. isn't that right?" he winked, and if it wasn't for the steam, he could've sworn he saw a little blush highlight your cheeks. "i guess you're right, there is a first for everything." his dark orbs only seemed to get more mesmerizing, and oddly enough, seemed to only get closer. before you could process it, his lips were pressed against yours. you didn't reply at first, the only movement coming from the showerhead.
after a moment or two, he pulled away. even though you didn't reciprocate the kiss, you still chose to chase after those lips that were oddly soft, to try and get another taste, another feel. mista gladly replied, his lips enveloping yours in such a rushed but soft motion that left you feeling breathless. this time, you mimicked his actions as your hands continued to roam over his broad chest and shoulders. his rough palms gripped at your waist, pulling you closer and closer until there was no space left between you two. he pulled away from the kiss, laughing quietly. "pretty, n taste so sweet. knew you would," he muttered, breathless as his lips searched from your lips to your jaw, only lowering and pressing his lips against your neck and collarbone.
he let out a deep sigh against your skin, his dick pressing against your warm thigh. he let out a little whimper, only falling silent once you realized exactly what was prodding at your thigh. you let out a tiny laugh, "all we did was kiss and you're already hard? i mean, i can't say much." you hummed softly, pressing and littering kisses and hickeys along his tan and scarred chest. he let out a groan that sounded like absolute heaven, making him cover his mouth in fear of being too loud. you grinned, hand reaching down to stroke his length slowly. his breathing becoming labored. you felt his hot breath on your neck, only humming once his grip on your waist tightened.
mista spun you around, his back still turned to the showerhead while your back was pressed against his chest. he pressed his calloused palm on the small of your back, angling you to a position he was happy with. your body glowed in the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, highlights in all the right places that made mista groaned at the divine sight below him. "oh, fuck. you look so pretty like this-" he choked out, barely moving his hips against anything for some sort of friction, "i almost don't wanna do anything. i wanna keep you here, might even take some pretty photos of you all like this for me." you really did look perfect in his eyes, all bent over and pretty all for him. a sight, he decided, only he could see. his fingers dug into your flesh, sighing softly. "before we continue, are you okay with this? i know i should've asked earlier, but i got a little caught up."
he was still so sweet, even in the heat of it all. you nodded. "verbal consent, baby." he hummed softly, causing you to choke out a hushed "yes please." he nodded with a big grin, his fingers skimming over your skin with feather light touches as though he was almost scared he would break you if he was too rough with you. his fingers were long, nails trimmed almost perfectly save for a few rough edges. he only smiled once you looked back, a loving smile settling on his features before his middle finger slowly, almost punishingly slow, into your whole. your knees buckled, only held up by his other hand. "feel good?" he hummed slowly, voice smooth like honey despite his previous shaky whimpers and groans. you nodded, sighing deeply as he pressed another finger in.
you were eager to give him a reply, but all that ran through your mind was your own pleasure. you let out a deep sigh, nodding slowly. he only laughed added one third and final finger, twisting and moving his fingers in and out slowly. "gonna treat you like royalty," he purred out. although you hadn't been there for nearly as long as trish, narancia, or even any of the others, you still had a special place in his heart that he couldn't previously place before. he would've discussed it with anyone, fugo, bruno, hell, even abbachio, but he never found the guts to do so. his fingers slowly removed themselves after a while, humming softly before he pressed himself against your hole. "'s okay, pretty. just relax for me, 'kay?"
softly, he pushed himself in. the stretch was almost painful, but the sweet praises the gunslinger gave you only distracted you from it. the feeling of his lips against your back, kissing and hushing you, his hands exploring your sides and gripping onto you as though you'd fade away if he didn't. he moaned once he bottomed out, sweet and airy as he tossed his head back and stilled inside of you. "lemme know when i can move. feels s' good, fuck." he grunted, his voice honey in your ear. you shivered, and after a few short moments, you wagged your hips expectantly and he took that as a que to start moving. his thrusts started slow, moving his slender hips forwards and backwards with sweet little moans and groans escaping from his soft lips. the same reaction came out of you, quieter and much more frequent.
his hands only gripped your flesh tighter once your moans and his thrusts picked up, a sweet sound of skin slapping against skin filling his and your ears. his breath was labored, hot and heavy as his chest moved up and down quickly. "please- you're so fucking addicting, i've wanted this for too long, pretty. lemme call you mine," mista groaned out, right next to your ear. you nodded, steam fogging the bathroom. you could barely see outside the glass door, not that you wanted to. "feels 's good, you're so perfect. so fucking perfect for me." your hands clawed at whatever they could, groaning as one of mistas hands crawled down to between your legs to only stimulate you further. "sensitive, mista-" your voice was high-pitched and airy, only causing him to laugh. "it's okay, c'mon, jus' cum for me, 'kay?"
your body froze for a moment, gasping as he moved your body so your back was pressed against his chest once more. your head was tossed back against his shoulder, mouth agape as you reached your high. "mista, mista, mista, mista," you panted, saying his name like a mantra, a prayer as it rolled off your tongue so easily. he laughed shyly as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, body tensing as he soon, with a few more weak thrusts, came inside of you as well. he came with a strained groan, fading into a blissed out, high and whiny moan. he slumped against you for a moment, heaving and laughing quietly. he slowly pulled out, before beginning to softly rub your body and wash it. he was gentle with each movement, pressing a loving kiss to every single one of the hickeys he made. "did so good for me," he praised, genuineness laced in his normally taunting tone, "so proud, pretty."
after you and mista had both taken care of yourselves and relieved yourselves, he helped towel you off. wrapping a towel around your body, in which you held up with your hand, and wrapping his own around his, you two exited the bathroom. safely making it to his room without anyone teasing you two (if they even heard you), he tossed you a pair of his boxers and a baggy tshirt. you slipped on the articles of clothing, sliding into his bed as he gave a warm smile. "i'll be right back, 'kay?" he hummed, as you gave a little nod and turned over on your side. he stepped out of his room, baggy sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a tight black tshirt that hugged his figure perfectly. narancia whistled, trish standing beside him with her arms crossed. "get it mistaaa," narancia and trish sang, laughing as the gunslinger walked away quickly with a flushed, red face.
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