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Pizzano exhaled a sigh of slight annoyance and just frustration as he idly rubbed his temples, feeling tense even for just sitting and doing nothing but listening to bullshit that would make a man go crazy from how utterly boring it was.
His schedule was usually full but today it was awfully just dull and littered with stupid organized meetings, interviews, and wretched taxing with Gustavo and his lawyers. Every scheduled affair after the next had Pizzano on the verge of losing it.
He hated these fucking days.
Currently, the TV star’s eye twitched as he fixed his gaze on something that he could try to zone out of, tuning his brain off from the monotonous voice of the suit-wearing motherfucker across the table from him speaking words and shit presumably a layout or explanation of something Pizzano could not nor have the energy to give two shits about.
Gustavo was there with him in a seat on his right and was jotting writing down on the mess of his clipboard, most likely just taking notes for Pizzano as usual since he was pretty accustomed to the TV star’s reluctance to these meetings. Gus was technically his lawyer slash financial advisor after all.
The day could have not gone by any fucking slower and it even felt like the more Pizzano glanced at the clock on the wall in the colorless meeting room, the more it felt like seconds were just hours. Pizzano had even questioned in the back of his mind if that clock was even working. He watched it tick as the minute hand moved to the next number finally and Pizzano wanted to slam his clenched fist into the table. He wanted to just jump out the damn window until he felt a vibration in his pants pocket.
Yes he was wearing casual clothing today due to Stinky’s suggestion on how less action was gonna happen on his schedule but that didn’t stop Pizzano from glamouring up a bit. He’d still have the public know he was the “big man” after all.
Once he pulled out his Nokia phone, feeling a glimmer of relief that he could be distracted by something other than the fucking average Joe across from him spewing on about how he should consider his advertisement or something, Pizzano also felt a tint of rage it was probably a missed call from some other businessfucker he didn’t wanna hear from.
His anger seethed and the tense expression on his face softened to a more relaxed one as he realized that the notification from his phone was just a text from someone who always seemed to calm the storm around him.
It was Pizzelle. Pizzano immediately sat up from his seat to focus his attention on his phone.
[Lil’ Pizzy~ ❤︎]
Hey! Sorry if this is out of the blue but would you like to come over for dinner tonight?
Pizzano couldn’t help but feel a small grin tug at his lips as every sound around him grew quietly muffled. He typed in the phone’s keypad his response, restraining to show the excitement in his face.
[PIZZANO!!!!☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆]
UH YES. Thank fuckin god u texted I’m in dis boring ass meeting and I need a excuse 2 get fucked and wasted!! LMFAO
[Lil’ Pizzy~ ❤︎]
Haha sounds good! I just hope you don’t get into to much in trouble lol
[Lil’ Pizzy~ ❤︎]
*Too, oops my mistake ( T▾T)
A small snort came from Pizzano as he found her grammar corrections and use of emoticons in text funny and also cute. His attention tapped back into reality when he heard Gustavo next to him clear his throat and give the TV star a side-eye. Pizzano rolled his eyes and sent one more text.
[PIZZANO!!!!☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆]
Lol ur such a fuckin nerd
[PIZZANO!!!!☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆]
I’ll be there tho can’t wait ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Pizzano felt his heart flutter within his chest and a warm small smile tugged at his features as he took a moment to just gaze down at his phone.
[Lil’ Pizzy~ ❤︎]
Okie doki! See ya soon! Me and Rosey are making churros for dessert ( ˊᵕˋ )♡
After the meeting was finally over, Pizzano rushed out of the small building with Gus, eager to leave and stretch his limbs. Gustavo seemed to notice his anticipating eagerness as he pulled out a fat cigar from within his trench coat.
“You-a seem excited. I’m assuming you’re-a getting laid later?” Gustavo asked.
Pizzano looked up at him from his phone with an annoyed look and just scoffed as he shoved his phone back in his pocket to continue walking with the shorter Italian to the fancy car.
“No actually, I have more important plans for tonight.”
Pizzano protested with his usual change of demeanor whenever he’s trying to hide his excitement for a certain “candy maker’s affairs.”
Gustavo hummed in response as he opened the car door for Pizzano to sit in the passenger seat before getting in himself behind the wheel. Pizzano always wondered how a short man such as The G was able to drive when he was head level with the steering wheel itself.
“Also gus,” Pizzano spoke up again as he put his seatbelt on, getting the short man’s attention, “Call Stinky and tell em’ to clear da rest of my schedule for today.”
Soon enough Pizzano arrived at the candy shop around the evening when the sun had just set and the sky was a lavender blue. He had changed into a more slightly formal outfit with the usual blue and white theme his appearance took form of along with the dress shirt and slacks. He had his mask and hat off since he knew Pizzelle and her wife enough to be comfortable with it off anyway.
Besides, he knew how much it flustered Pizzelle when he had his most charming features exposed just for her.
The big man walked in, the small bell line ringing as he opened the door, immediately noticing Pizzelle who was finishing up an order behind the counter with presumably the last customer in the store.
Pizzelle didn’t seem to notice it was Pizzano who stepped in as she was ringing up her customer and giving them their change before wishing them a goodbye with a warm smile. Pizzano always secretly admired her ability to be so easily connected with her customers.
She finally seemed to notice Pizzano as the last customer left and she almost instantly reverted back to her usual self around him.
“Oh hey Pizzano-“
Pizzelle was cut off as she was immediately swept off the floor with a bear hug from the big man himself who due to his taller height, had the candy maker’s feet hanging from the ground as he squeezed her warmly. Pizzelle let out a yelp and flustered nervous laugh from the sudden gesture before landing and almost falling out of balance once Pizzano dropped her back on her feet.
“How’s my favorite sweet tooth doin’?” Pizzano laughed as he patted Pizzelle’s back which came out slightly more aggressive to her.
Pizzelle took a moment to adjust her bow tie and hat before answering, giving Pizzano a small sheepish warm grin.
“I-I’m fine haha.” She cleared her throat. “It’s good to have you over - officially!”
Pizzano placed a hand on his hip and beamed happily.
“ Thanks for invitin’ me! Anyway whatcha guys havin’ for dinner anyway?”
Pizzelle sank a little as she again, more sheepishly, grinned and let out a nervous chuckle whilst fidgeting with the ruffles of her apron. It was a nervous habit Pizzano knew she had but for some reason, a sudden urge seethed in the back of his mind when his eyes laid down on her fidgety hand with the apron, in the back of his idle mind, he couldn’t help but want to see her in nothing but it.
He shook off the thought when Pizzelle’s lips—her soft looking lips—began to move as she spoke up again.
“Eheheh…uh actually, we haven’t really started yet. There was this last ingredient we forgot for the churros and Rosey insisted she step out real quick to go get it.” Pizzelle explained with another sheepish smile.
Pizzano would have been a little frustrated if he was actually really hungry but he didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole absence of actual dinner considering he was hungry for something else.
“That’s fine. I’m a patient man, ya know.” Pizzano joked as he charmingly smoothed a hand over his curly short hair.
Pizzelle rolled her eyes and snorted before going quiet and awkward again. However this time, she anxiously crooked a finger up at Pizzano, beckoning him to lean down to her level. When he curiously did so to lend her an ear despite no one else being in the candy store to hear the supposedly secrecy between them, Pizzelle gently placed one hand on his chest and brought the other to hover over her mouth as she quietly spoke.
“ Do you wanna help me prep for dessert? ”
Pizzelle whispered, her warm breath against his face almost sending chills down Pizzano’s spine. He didn’t need to be told twice what she meant as he raised a brow down at her.
“ Mm..! ”
Pizzelle moaned against the kiss as Pizzano set her down on top of the kitchen counter—being pretty small herself, it wasn’t a hard task especially for someone as big as Pizzano.
The TV star had moved his hands to her legs and then resorted to pinning them by her sides on the counter surface as he leaned his weight against her small frame, deepening the kiss and also releasing deep sounds himself.
Pizzano needed this. This was exactly what he needed after the dull ass day he’s had. It seemed like all that frustration and antsiness had instantly melted away once he tasted the sweetness on Pizzelle’s lips. And fuck did he hate sweet things, this one seemed to be addicting.
It wasn’t enough for Pizzano however. He wanted more. His hand immediately went for Pizzelle’s apron and he practically ripped it off and then quickly slid his other hand up her black shirt, desperate to feel her bare skin which caused the candy maker to gasp suddenly.
“Y-you’re being awfully needy,” Pizzelle managed to nervously get out with a whimper as Pizzano buried his face in the crook of her neck to mark it up with kisses and sucks. “How b-bad was today?”
“Fuckin’ dull and unbearable.” Pizzano replied back with a peck to Pizzelle’s cheek. “I’m just happy to have ya to myself right now.”
“Aw… mmh-! “ Pizzelle cooed with a sheepish giggle before she let out a surprised sound of pleasure when she felt Pizzano grope her ass.
Pizzelle remained quiet afterwards and just patiently allowed Pizzano to feel her up and continue tasting her skin before the candy maker spoke up again.
“I-I’m sorry your day was so rough…um…if you want I could…well, do you a favor…?” Pizzelle asked with an awkwardness to her voice per usual when she was trying to come off as charming.
However Pizzano always found her awkwardness funny yet ultimately adorable. He thought about her question and knew she meant as a ‘favor’, a kinky kind. He already felt his cock throbbing in his pants at the answer he had in mind.
“Well since yer offering, can ya…y’know…”
Pizzano hinted as his gaze flickered down to emphasize what he meant and Pizzelle simply stared at him back blankly and a little confused. The TV star rolled his eyes and Pizzelle’s eyes seemed to widen as a sort of realization hit her.
“Oh. You want me to…s-“
“Suck my cock? Yea ya got it.”
An awkward chuckle escaped Pizzelle as her freckled cheeks noticeably flushed a little due to some embarrassment of her gullibility however, she seemed up for the task as her gaze slid down to Pizzano’s visible hard-on and she swallowed heavily as she gently ghosted her fingers along the outline of the bulge, almost flinching her hand at the visible throbbing of it to her touch and Pizzano snorted.
“It’s just dick Pizzy, ya don’t gotta be frightened.”
“I’m not!” Pizzelle protested with a voice crack as she pulled off her hat and Pizzano held back the urge to laugh.
Pizzano brought a hand to gently pet her hair which would usually come off as more degrading in their rivalry but in moments like this alone when he gave her a half-lidded gaze and a content smile, the gesture was more affectionate. Pizzelle relished his touches with a small moan. She usually loved her hair being pet almost like she was a touch starved puppy of some sort even though she was constantly getting showered in physical affection by her wife.
“Um, let me get comfortable, one sec.” Pizzelle finally broke the pleasant silence with a flustered look on her face before getting on her knees on the cold tiled ground in front of Pizzano.
Pizzano watched her get in position and found it cute how she was so eager to please. He would have usually been more of a giving person in bed than receiving himself surprisingly but he really needed this. He made a mental note in the back of his mind he’ll smother Pizzelle in pleasure in some form later as he took a few steps closer to her so her head was a good closeness to his crotch.
Once it seemed like Pizzelle was comfortable in her spot on the floor, she gazed up at Pizzano with those pretty eyes and from this angle, Pizzano thought she looked kind of funny yet pleasing as he gently took her chin in his big fingers to direct her head up to look at him properly. A small smirk grew on his features when Pizzelle nervously smiled.
He moved his hand to place it on the back of her head and firmly pressed the side of her face against his groin, his twitching bulge up against Pizzelle’s cheek and she whined softly at the feel and heat of it.
Pizzano knew Pizzelle knew what she needed to do next and let her take the lead now as she began to pull back a little to unbuckle his pants and zip down the opening to gently take out Pizzano’s hard cock from within his briefs and whimper once she took a whiff from his masculine yet strangely pleasant musk.
Pizzano wasn’t entirely big to say the least but his cock was definitely fat. Pizzelle’s seen it a few times before so it wasn’t a surprise however she still shivered at how it felt in her hands to this day.
The TV star seemed to feel her shiver and he softly scoffed with a humorous chuckle and brought a hand down to take his cock out of Pizzelle’s palm. He slowly gave it a few strokes before pushing it up against the candy maker’s cheek as a little nudge for her to get started already.
She finally parted her lips enough for Pizzano to almost immediately begin feeding her his cock (maybe a tad bit too fast) and Pizzelle squeaked out a surprised yet protesting muffled noise due to her mouth being full of cock to Pizzano’s sudden intrusion. He simply ignored her little protest and found it funny as he just let his hands grip the counter surface for leverage and began very carefully rocking his hips against Pizzelle’s face.
“Oh god yer mouth feels so fuckin’ good, baby.”
Pizzano groaned quietly as he was able to relish in the pleasurable feeling of wet heat around his cock. He had already begun to feel his mind and composure melt as Pizzelle took him wonderfully.
Pizzelle wasn’t the best at blowjobs but she knew what Pizzano liked. She shivered at his sounds and felt her own small member throb in attention as she got to work, running her tongue around the head of Pizzano’s cock and gently sucking every now and then as the bigger man began to increase the pace of his thrusts. He mostly used Pizzelle as a sort of cock warmer as he tightened his grip on the counter and set his gaze directly down on her.
Her head swimming, Pizzelle eventually had her hands on her thighs as she let Pizzano just use her. She took the time to savor this experience, to savor the addicting taste of the cock in her mouth that had a slight robustness to it, to savor how full her mouth felt. She secretly loved imagining the feel of this man’s fat length inside her. And the smell of him was redolent yet she couldn’t get enough of it. It aroused Pizzelle to no end but her most favorite part was looking at him.
Pizzano had a flushed face with an erotic expression painted on it. He bit his lower lip and furrowed his dark brows as he couldn’t turn his gaze away from Pizzelle. A bit of sweat had already begun to bead on his face as the TV star spewed out mumbling curses and quiet moans. Sometimes he wished he could stay in this moment forever and just watch her.
Unfortunately it seemed like he was more touch starved then he thought because Pizzano had already begun to feel close and he instinctively tightened his grip on Pizzelle’s hair earning another muffled moan from her. As Pizzano fixtated his gaze more on the candy maker, he tried to embed this view of her to memory; Her pale freckled face was flushed red which he always found funny yet cute looking. She was gazing up at Pizzano with those sweet desperate-to-please eyes of hers and she just looked so good.
Pizzano wasn’t a fan of sugary shit but Pizzelle definitely might as well made up for a sweet tooth in his book.
Eventually, he felt his stomach pool deeply with heat by how Pizzelle’s tongue was working over and over his cock despite amateurly and sloppily, it was still doing absolute wonders to Pizzano. He tried holding off his orgasm as much as possible, wanting to milk every single moment he could of this as he thrusted a little more roughly into Pizzelle’s mouth.
She made a few sounds of protest but didn’t dare pull back and Pizzano was about to topple over his limit.
“ F-fuck- Pizzelle- I’m gonna- oh fff-“ Pizzano spewed out drawled out curses before placing both of his hands on Pizzelle’s hair and locking her head in place as he came inside her mouth with a shuddering groan. “- fff uck-“
A high pitched muffled whine escaped Pizzelle from below as she had her hands desperately clawing at Pizzano’s thighs for a secure hold as the big man manhandled her head like a literal fleshlight without warning. Pizzelle took his load like a champ however and swallowed most of what Pizzano had flooded her mouth with despite gagging a little in the process.
He pulled his now twitching cum and saliva coated cock out of Pizzelle’s mouth which left her immediately coughing and hacking afterwards due to the lack of air she had for a full hot minute.
“A-Atta girl.” Pizzano chuckled breathlessly as he pet Pizzelle’s hair again whilst coming down from his orgasmic high. He couldn’t help but feel satisfied (and weirdly impressed) she swallowed almost all of what he gave her.
After Pizzelle quickly finished her line of coughs and caught her breath, she rolled her eyes at Pizzano’s joking praise but even the TV star noticed the small joyous smile that crept on the candy maker’s lips as she wiped her mouth clean.
“Y-You know only Rosey’s use of praising terms are greatly effective on me.” Pizzelle retorted as Pizzano took her hand and helped her up off the ground.
After he got flaccid cock back in his pants and sorted, Pizzano humorously scoffed and raised a brow at the small gal before him who was tying her apron back on.
“Oh yeah?” Pizzano snorted as he threw a big arm over Pizzelle’s shoulders and squeezed her close. She gave the TV star a skeptical yet dreadful look.
“Maybe we’ll have to get Rosey involved in our lil’ prepping seshes next time. How bout that?”
Pizzelle gulped audibly as she practically sank in Pizzano’s arm. She shivered at the idea he put in her head of a threesome between her, him, and her wife and god…did it sound like a dream.
Maybe in another fantasy however.
“Damn Pizzy, that got ya hot and bothered that quickly?” Pizzano laughed and Pizzelle looked down to realize he was referring to her raging hard-on poking through her apron again.
She got flustered instantly of course and nudged Pizzano away in a fit of embarrassment.
“I LITERALLY just sucked your dick!! Don’t blame this on me!” Pizzelle fired back, her face hot and beet-red.
Pizzano couldn't help but continue cackling and Pizzelle just resorted to lightly punching him in the arm which basically was equivalent to a puppy attacking him. After he finished laughing, Pizzano grabbed Pizzelle’s hands in his and wiped a tear from his eye.
“You-you got me there, heh.” He chuckled and affectionately squeezed both of Pizzelle’s small hands in his which seemed to reduce her small rage to annoyance. “By the way, thanks ya Fuckin’ dork. I…honestly did really need that.”
Pizzano whispered that last sentence but Pizzelle heard it clear as day and after giving the big guy a critical look, her expression quickly melted to a playful smirk. It made Pizzano feel a little funny in the chest but he decided to dismiss it.
“You’re so crushing on me.” Pizzelle snorted.
Pizzano scoffed and rolled his eyes again then took a moment to bring Pizzelle’s hands up to his face and kiss her knuckles which flustered the candy maker once more.
“ sì, dolcezza, lo sono. ” He smiled almost dreamily at her before letting go of Pizzelle’s hands and ruffling her hair which earned him a cute giggle from her.
And ironically, Pizzano could say he definitely enjoyed the dessert part of the dinner they shared later that night which no, was not churros in his case.