#can't believe i fucking missed this when it was posted but geeez

[mxgyver]

OH MY GOD

Hi Shelby! Congrats on 1.2k! Could I request “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” with Mickey?! I feel like he doesn’t get enough love!!

one sunny afternoon - mickey garcia

pairing: mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia x fiancée!reader

summary: mickey surprises you by coming home a few days early.

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. oral (f receiving). face sitting. mickey is a total sweetheart. fluff.

If your neighbors heard your rendition of Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody,” you couldn’t care. You tidied up your apartment, anxiously awaiting Mickey’s arrival in a few days. He had been gone for eight months this time and you swore it never got any easier. 

The wedding was fast approaching and it was hard trying to make decisions without him. He tried to help as much as he could, picking out color palettes and floral arrangements through email was not ideal but it worked. 

Cleaning was a way to distract yourself from missing Mickey. Playing your reception playlist on the other hand, not so much. Tears welled up in your eyes and an overwhelming feeling washed over you. A cool breeze blew through the open windows, making you stop for a second to take a deep breath. He was coming home to you, you were getting married to the love of your life, and everything was fine. 

Your tabby cat, Bella, nuzzled against your leg as you stood in the middle of the living room. You bent down to scratch at the top of her head, smiling to yourself as she purred loudly. You returned to the task at hand, blasting the music and not paying attention to the man who had just entered your door. 

Mickey stood there and watched you dance around the living room, using the mop handle as a makeshift microphone. He dropped his duffle and the noise made you jump. And then you let out a shriek. Your eyes widened and time froze. He was home early. He was here. It took your brain nearly ten seconds to register that he was real and you launched yourself toward him. 

Wrapping you up in his arms felt like home. Sure, the apartment you shared was your dwelling place but you - you were his everything. It had been a long, long eight months. You stayed in his arms for a good while, wetting his shirt collar with your tears. 

“You’re home. You’re finally home,” you mumbled into his neck, squeezing him that much tighter. 

“I’m here, mi amor. I came home to you just like I promised,” Mickey said, pressing a longing kiss to your temple. 

You eventually pulled away, taking in your fiance. His hair had grown out a bit, floppy curls now rested atop his head. A goatee now adorned his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in for a kiss. It started innocently but soon turned desperate. The facial hair tickled your chin and upper lip, causing you to smile. 

“Mickey,” your voice came out barely above a whisper, “missed you so much.” 

Your fingertips trailed up his spine and into his dark, curly locks. He sighed passionately at the feeling of you tugging against his scalp. You kissed along his sharp jawline, nipping at his earlobe before moving your way down to the spot on his neck that made him putty in your hands. 

You didn’t waste much time moving to the bedroom, you wanted to give him a proper welcome home. But Mickey had other ideas. He laid himself out on the mattress, settling into the pillows on his side of the bed, and reached out for your hand. 

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he said, tone thick with desire. 

“How do you want me?”

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you.”

His words knocked the breath out of you. That was something you had never tried before. You had thought about it but never mentioned it. His grip tightened against your palm, signaling you to look him in the eyes. 

“If you don’t want, that’s okay,” he said timidly. 

You instantly shook your head. You wanted to, oh god you really wanted to but-

“What if I suffocate you,” you inquired.

“Then I’d die a happy man,” he quipped back, a lopsided grin forming on his face. 

You gave him a look of seriousness and he pulled you closer. His hands found purchase on your hips, thumbs brushing over the sliver of skin from where your shirt had ridden up. He leaned forward to press his forehead into your stomach. 

“I want to treat you, love. I’ve thought about nothing else but your sweet taste on my tongue for the past eight months. Please, ride my face. Use me. Give me a reason to never leave your side again,” his chocolate-brown eyes pleaded. 

Your skin burned and there was a fiery ache between your thighs. Placing a hand on the middle of his chest you pushed back into his former position on the mattress. You slipped out of your shorts and underwear, smiling shyly at the low whistle he let out. His hands traveled over every part of your lower half. Up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass and hips, tracing your spine. 

You wanted him to tease you but you were both too desperate for that. He jerked you forward, tugging at you until you were hovering above his waiting mouth. 

“Sit,” he uttered. 

You followed orders, gripping the headboard and settling down on Mickey’s lips. He tongued at your clit lazily, drawing out random shapes and you swore you could feel him making the motion of the letter M repeatedly. Your hips moved on their own accord, chasing the feeling of his wet muscle against your swollen bud. 

He moaned at your taste, like he was in the desert and he had water for the first time in months. You slipped one hand from the headboard to drag your fingers through his hair and tugged harshly. You rode his face sloppily, needing that release you craved. 

Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your head was thrown back towards the ceiling and you were whimpering his name like a praise, like it was the only word you knew. Your chest heaved with exertion. His hands trailed up your sides and plucked your hardened nipples. You moaned wantonly, grinding down that much harder. 

“Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, oh-“ you keened as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping hole. It was messy and desperate and you couldn’t hold on much longer. You looked down into your lover’s eyes as you quickly approached your peak. 

He mumbled something against your pussy, but you couldn’t make it out due to the ringing in your ears. You could only assume it was him telling you to let go, to cum on his tongue. And you did. It shook you to your core, your thighs tightened around his skull and your back bowed. High pitched moans escaped your throat as you rode out your orgasm. 

Mickey continued his ministrations with small kitten licks until you were pulling him away from your oversensitive cunt. He had a satiated grin on his glistening face. Your wetness drenched his lips and chin, clinging to the facial hair. You shuffled down his body, slamming your mouth onto his own, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

“Told you I missed you,” he said as you pulled away to swipe your thumb over his bottom lip. He busted out into a full blown smile, perfect teeth on display. 

“If you’re gonna do that every time you come home, maybe you need to leave more often.”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Now, let me show you how much I missed you, baby,” you said as you slipped your hand under his white shirt to trail over his toned abs. You had no intentions of getting out of the bed anytime soon.