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jessij1997 · 6 months ago

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Hello can I request for #8? Thank you :)

I hope you mean the smut prompt list and I'm right to write #8 "You're sexy when you're angry". If not ask me again to write the other prompt. Have fun 😁

Ian woke up by clattering dishes in the kitchen. His eyes small and tired he rolled onto his stomach and a cold pillow next to him. No Mickey. No warm body. No cuddling. He sights and looked onto his phone. 8am. He sights again and swung his feet out of the bed. He sleepy rubbed over his eyes and dressed himself in only a boxershort.

Again loud clattering dishes from the kitchen catched his attention. Was Mickey making breakfast?

He stood up and after he used the bathroom he went to the kitchen.

Their apartment wasn't the biggest and so wasn't the kitchen. The white kitchenfronts were a extreme contrast to Mickeys black hair.

"Morning my love" Ian smiled and leaned against the doorframe.

Mickey turned around and cold eyes looked to him. "Fuck you" he says and turned around again to stir in the pan with bacon and eggs.

"I know you are grumpy in the morning but you didn't think it's a bit to harsh?" Ian stepped forward to his husband but didn't touched him. When Mickey was like this he has a short fuse and could explore every second. "What's wrong babe?" Ian asked gently.

"Let me the fuck alone. And don't baby me right now. I'm angry." He didn't looked up from the pan and Ian knew it wasn't this angry. He was, yes. But not this 'I'll punch you in your face'- angry. After all these years he knew Mickey so well.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Mickey" he layed a hand on Mickeys shoulder.

"Your fucking sister" He began but stopped himself from continuing.

"Which one?"

"Debora" His jaw clenched.

"Oh" Ian knew he only used her full name when he was really angry. He want to know what's happened but decided to not to push. Maybe it was better.

Mickey got two plates out of the shelf and handled them to Ian. Every move was full of anger.

When they sat down on their kitchen table and ate, Mickey was still angry. He rammed the fork into the scrambled eggs as if it were Debby's face. But Ian didn't push. He tried another strategy and distract his husband.

"You're sexy when you're angry." He smiled over the table. And with that sentence it seemed as if he had awakened something in Mickey. He stared over the table in Ians eyes, dropped his fork and stood up. Without another word he pushed his chair back and pulled his boxershorts down to his ankles. While he stepped out of his own he pulled Ians cock out. Ian couldn't help himself but grinned when Mickey spit on his dick and sat himself in his lap.

"Mickey? You're sure? Without any-" He was cutting off by the feeling of Mickeys warm hole around himself.

Without any preparation he sank down the entire length.

Ian saw the pain in Mickeys face fade by pleasure and desire.

"Ah shit. Ian." Mickey moaned deep when he began to move. His arms on Ians shoulders, his eyes closed.

Ian wrapped his arms around his middle and held him close, melted into his movements and moaned into his neck. Long fingers grabbed his hips and helped him to move up and down, forwards and backwards, bruised the flesh and wandered to his cock. He was close and Mickey too when he began to stroke his husband in the same rhythm he moved his hips.

"Fuck Ian" he breathed.

"C'mon Mick. Fuck me. Harder. Faster. C'mon." Ian was not this vocal during sex but he felt Mickey needed it right now.

With the last of his strength he bounced harder and faster and when Ian heared the deep moan and feels the warmth cum under his fingers and against his chest he let it go and came deep in Mickey.

Mickey didn't move. His head was rested on Ians chest when he came down from his high. Ians clean hand stroked gently over Mickeys back.

His dick went limp and he feels the cum leaking out from Mickey but he didn't move. Neither did Mickey.

"I'm sorry" he muttered against Ians chest.

"For?" Ian asked. Almost forgot about why they fucked.

"For being the worst husband on earth."

Ian leaned back. Layed his hand on Mickeys chin. Tried to catch his gaze.

Sad blue eyes looked up to him. Apologizing.

"Why the fuck you think this shit?" Ian asked. Now he was a bit angry.

"Doesn't matter." He layes his forehead on Ians collarbone.

"Mickey Milkovich. Don't you dare and do this shit again. Spit it out. Now."

"Let's clean up first" He whispered and stood up. With wobbly legs he went to the bathroom.

When they were in the shower and Ian soped Mickeys body he was gently and caressed his husband. Mickey does it again. Sometimes he felt if he wasn't enough. Mostly after Sex. Old insecuritys came up but Ian tried to distroy all of them. Gently kisses and smiles were exchanged and when they were dry and sat on their bed Ian layed a hand on Mickeys tight.

"So. What's wrong?" He began again.

"Debby has borrow something and didn't bring it back." He says.

"And that's a problem why?"

"Because I needed it this morning." Mickey admits

"What was it?" Ian asked

"A baking dish" his voice was only a whisper and his cheeks blushed.

"For what do you need a baking dish in the middle of the night?"

"To bake?" Now he rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Bake what?" Ian furrowed.

"Doesn't matter" Mickey went to the door but Ian grabbed him by his wrist. He stood up and turned Mickey around. He saw the tears in his eyes and hugged him tightly.

"It's the 14th of February" Mickey whispered. "Wanted to surprise you." His voice trembled. "The first fucking valentines day as husband's."

"Shhh. It's okay Mick. Not your fault." Ian stroked over his hair. "Which baking dish was it?" He leaned back to catch Mickeys gaze and smiled.

"The heart shaped one" Mickey admits

"Sappy fucker" Ian grinned and kissed him gently.

"Love you too" Mickey rolled his eyes.

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