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nickfowlerrr · 2 days ago

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let’s not.

pairing: mickey henry x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. feelings. happy ending. not edited. maybe a little ooc- i haven’t watched monday in a minute and i am currently heavy in my feelings so apologies if he is.

words: 1.7k

notes: just a drabble of another fic idea i can’t commit to fully fleshing out and writing. enjoy 🩵

You hiss as your hips slam against the edge of the table. Hard. Over and over again.

The only thing keeping you from dropping to the ground is his hold on you. His large hands gripping your soft waist so tightly you can feel the bruises no doubt forming already.

You let your head hang as you remain pliant to him, low breathy sighs leaving you in between your soft moans every time he hits that one specific spot.

Oh, this was so not how tonight was supposed to go…but it feels too good to care about that right now.

You’re on that very delicate edge, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure of the way he completely controls you; the way he touches you, the filthy words and sickly sweet praises he groans in your ear as he pushes you both closer and closer to your ends.

Your walls squeeze his cock as your voice peaks. His hand flexes on your waist as he feels your imminent release.

“That’s it,” he breathes heavily against your skin as he leans further into you, his thrusts hitting harder as he chases his high. “Feels good, doesn’t it. Ah, fuck. Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he growls. “Let me feel you.”

You wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer if you’d wanted to as your orgasm hits you hard; your muscles tensing, your hand gripping his arm and your eyes scrunching shut as you feel entirely electric before wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you as you succumb to the feeling. To him.

It takes only a moment to realize your eyes are stinging with tears, but it’s not until you slowly start to come down that you realize why.

More like remember why.

He grunts and moans as he reaches his own peak, coming inside you but making sure to keep his hold on you as he works himself through his release.

God, here you are again. Different night, same fucking story. Over and over again.

You feel like a fucking idiot.

You are a fucking idiot.

He slowly pulls out of you, backs up for a second and then keeping his hand on your waist, he pulls your body back into him, hugging you from behind as you frown at the apparent show of affection.

You push his hand off of you and escape his hold before you can allow yourself sink into it, walking gingerly around the table to bend and grab your sweater off the floor - the unflattering one that you had chosen specifically to avoid ending up in this situation again.

That worked well.

You pull it on as he follows behind you, watching you with an intensity you don't want to notice, brows slightly furrowed and his icy blue eyes set on you.

“What, one and done tonight? You alright, sweetheart?” He asks, making a move closer to you, reaching out before you stop him with your response.

“God, can you just stop with the pet names,” you snap, turning to face him, “please.”

It’s like he doesn’t remember the fifteen minutes of conversation you had before he got your clothes off - easy as ever. You don’t think he means to, but the second you start to show your emotions, the second you start to cry, it’s like he can’t help but to try and comfort you. Unfortunately, his idea of comfort always seems to be this.

And even more unfortunate, you always let it happen.

It’s pathetic.

It helps for the time it lasts and then everything hits all over again.

“This is exactly what I was talking about, Mickey,” you’re exasperated already, “you act like you care and y-you give me hope that this might actually be…something more, but,” you shake your head, “all it is to you is sex.” He doesn't move from where he stands, but he drops his hand that was outstretched to you.

You can’t hold his eye for very long, it’s already hurting too much. You drop your gaze but it’s only for a moment before you force yourself to look back up at him. You have to ask the question you really don’t want to know the answer to…

“Isn’t it?”

It’s two simple words, a very simple question, but as your eyes are stinging, pleading for the truth, you know it’s anything but.

He blinks, opens his mouth to speak as he shakes his head, but ultimately says nothing before he takes a deep breath, looking away from you and down to the floor. He licks his lips, nervous habit, before he frames his hips with his hands.

“Should put pants on,” he mutters before walking away, down the hall to his bedroom.

You stand there in a perpetual limbo, listening as he opens a dresser drawer and riffles through the clothes for a second before you hear the drawer close again. It’s not long after that he emerges from his room, pulling a pair of sweats the rest of the way up his legs.

He comes back to stand before you as you lean lightly on the table, desperate not to fall and embarrass yourself any further. You know what comes next.

The inevitable.

The end.

You know how this started, and you’ve known from the beginning how it would end. You just weren’t expecting to get so caught up in him. You weren’t expecting to feel so much with him. For him

It’s your own fault. You couldn’t blame him if you wanted to. It just hurts so much more knowing it was all so one sided, that he didn’t - doesn’t - feel the same way… when you let yourself think too much about it, it doesn’t seem possible actually. As hard as you tried to ignore your feelings for him when they first started growing, it just wasn’t possible. Whatever it is - was - between you two…how could it have been so one sided? How could he not have noticed what you noticed, felt what you felt?

Maybe he just doesn’t want all that with you. Maybe he’s just not ready? Whatever it is, you know you can’t keep waiting for something to give.

You’ve finally come out with it, told him in no uncertain terms how you feel about him, about this…arrangement? relationship that’s not really a relationship?… and so, now he knows. Having sex with you after you confessed your feelings for him, well that was a choice, but you don’t think you’re all too upset about it actually. If this is it, it’s a memorable goodbye.

You’re conscious of your lack of bottoms as you stare at his clothed legs, waiting for the words you’re sure he’s gathering in his mind. He’ll let you down gently, you bet. He’s sweet, and he hates to see you cry. At least you know he’ll be nice about it.

He takes a cautious step closer to you and reaches out a hand to yours, finding your eye to make sure it’s okay first.

When you don’t object or look away, he gingerly takes your hand in his and pulls you closer to him. You swallow the lump in your throat as a tear spills over the edge and slips down your cheek, turning your head to avoid his concerned gaze.

His hand finds your cheek and he turns your face back to him, taking a step closer into you. His hand holds yours as his other holds your face, his thumb gently swiping away at the tear. He takes another step closer, and you’re so close you could just collapse into him completely, chest to chest.

“No,” he whispers, his voice low, sounding deeper than you’ve ever heard it as he looks into your eyes. Your brows furrow as you hear him.

One simple word. A very simple answer. But it’s really anything but. Because what the hell does that mean?

He sees the question in your eyes before you can voice it.

“It was supposed to be. For both of us, I thought,” he adds, reminding you again of how this whole thing started. Just sex. It was supposed to be just sex. He still holds your cheek as you look down, your free hand reaching up to touch his forearm. “But no. It’s not.”

He makes you meet his eye again as he walks into you, your bottom against the table at your back as he lets go of your hand and slips it under the hem of your sweater. His warm palm gliding up and smoothing over your skin, almost tickling you up and down, feeling you, caressing you gently before once again he settles it on his favorite spot, holding your waist delicately. He leans in, his nose brushing yours.

“It’s so much more than that,” his soft lips brush lightly against yours as you take a shaky breath, your body searching for him without you even realizing it before he kisses you again. Firmer, deeper, and with a fervency you’ve never felt before from him; like he’s been holding himself back all this time. Your free hand reaches up to frame his head, your fingers splaying in his hair as you kiss him back just as desperately. You almost feel like you’re in a dream as you lose yourself to him.

He moves you both as you continue your kissing, you following his lead until he turns you and you find yourself falling onto his couch. You catch your breath as you look up at him before he follows you down, pushing you to relax as he lays down next to you. He maneuvers you both so he’s holding you again. You tilt your head up to him, and he readily accepts the invitation, kissing you softly before speaking against your lips. “You don’t know how relieved I was the second you said something,” he titters, like you were the one who was missing the obvious this entire time. He takes your face softly in his hands.

“You’re so much more than that.”

You smile softly back, trying to hold back a sniffle at the clear sincerity in his eyes that has your nose tingling.

“So, you…” you trail off, hands idly ghosting along his chest as you try to think of how you want to ask him.

“Feel the same way,” he finishes for you in affirmation. “There’s something here. And it’s definitely not just sex. ‘D be crazy to try to ignore that. So let’s not.”

You nod, holding his bright blue gaze, a small smile tugging on both of your lips as you look into each other’s eyes; unconsciously leaning closer to one another.

“Let’s not.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023, Day 1

The Girls Come Easy

Summary: You had built an audience as an influencer, and everybody was ready for you to document going to see your favorite band, but what was documented was not what you had expected. When the boys invited you backstage, and took your phone you was not prepared for them to broadcast the debauchery and chaos with them. One too many drinks and hits off whatever they gave you, and you became their toy for the night. A night you and all your followers would not soon forget…

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Clark Kent X Mickey Henry

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex, anal, double vaginal penetration, double penetration, threats of triple penetration, pinching, sucking, fingering, recording without knowledge, multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7K

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Taking out your phone, you look through the excited messages from your followers for this moment. A moment you have waited to happen for years. Not just going to see your favorite band with the dumbest name; The Twisted Turnips, but you had been invited to meet them. They had asked for you! But you couldn’t bring anyone with you, and you of course had said that was just fine. Anything to meet them.

The concert was amazing, but your adrenaline rush was still hanging in strong. You were going to pass out after this. Your body could only handle so much, and it was reaching its peak.

All three of them were disgustingly attractive; Mickey with his eyeliner, and penchant to never wear clothes. Lloyd with his perfect coiffed hair and a devious smirk. That man could ruin your life, and you would crawl on your knees for more. And then the brooding and dangerously handsome Clark. He was the quiet one of the group, but you just knew there was something underneath that coy exterior.

They had somehow found out you were going to be at their concert, and requested for you to come backstage. You? Each moment in this holding room feels like forever. Isolating you after a big concert is making your anxiety crash through the ceiling.

You settle back, picking at your nails with anticipation. Running through every different scenario you could think of for how this was going to go. But when that door creaks open, and you get the first flash of the bluest eyes, you stand up at attention. Lloyd’s devil may care attitude is more apparent in person. Mickey’s grin is damn near sadistic, and Clark is licking his lips like he had found his next meal.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you listening to trash like us for?” Lloyd’s voice was as smooth as butter. Laced with whatever booze or drugs he had consumed before coming to see you. He stalks around your body, letting his fingers run over your exposed skin, and it sends a sharp chill up your spine.

Alarms going off in your head, because the way they were staring at you like they were ready to devour you. And you like it. “Where’s your phone, sweetheart?” Mickey holds out his hand, and you give him an odd look. “We know you like documenting everything, but you shouldn’t document this. It’s private.”

“Oh. Okay, that seems fair,” when you hand him your phone, and Clark moves to stand in front of you quickly. His wide stature blocking you from seeing anything behind him. “So…why…why did…it’s hot in here,” you take a deep breath. It wasn’t hot it is stifling.

“I think it’s just you,” Lloyd whispers as his mouth closes in on your neck. He pushes his crotch into your backside, and you whimper, feeling the growing bulge. “What’s wrong? You can do your research on us, but we can’t on you?”

“Wh-wh-what?” Your words hiccup out while Mickey makes his return to your side. “What’re you…oh god,” you moan. Someone or some people had their hands cupping your covered pussy.

“God’s no longer here. We’re your gods. And we’re going to make sure you have the night to remember. Isn’t that what your filthy little mind thought up?” All three of them stop their ministrations. Crowding you, and making it impossible to move away from them. Eyeing you up, and needing you to confess.

“Clark?” Mickey whispers on your neck, and Clark pulls up his phone, clearing his throat.

“I lose all self control as Lloyd fucks deep into my cunt, while Clark owns my ass. Pounding me into next year, and Mickey fucks into my throat so hard, I know I died and gone to hell. There was no place for this amount of sin in heaven,” Clark speaks softly. Moving closer to you before his mouth hovers right over yours.

“Where…where did you get that?” Standing behind you, Lloyd pops open your pants. Sliding a hand down your front, letting his fingers slide through your slick. Palming over your clit when he enters two fingers. It is happening so fast, and you can’t catch your breath, but fuck this felt better than you could have ever imagined.

“One of your little followers informed someone, who knows someone, and it doesn’t matter. You wanted us to fuck you, and you proudly state it to the world that you are nothing but wet holes for us, we thought we’d be generous, and make you nothing but our filthy slutty soaking wet holes. A sweet whore for our enjoyment. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You whimper as Lloyd starts stretching you out with three fingers.

Your body starts to grind down on him as the other two touch and kiss over your body. Hands start ripping off articles of clothing, because who needs to take them off like a normal person? Letting your tits free and both Clark and Mickey attach their mouths to them.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sink down into an unexplainable high. “There you go, honey. Three mouths, three dicks, and six hands that are going to destroy you. Give you some inspiration for your next smutty fantasy. See if you can describe the sounds we make, okay?”

The two men sucking on your tits pull off with a loud pop. Your nipples pebbled and swollen ache to have them back on your body, but they are just getting started. Lloyd looks over to some stand in the corner, giving it a wink, and brings your body in front of theirs.

Clark grabs your jaw, turning you to meet his mouth with a deep kiss. His tongue sliding past your lips, while Lloyd slaps at your tits. Grabbing them in both his meaty hands, he gives them a jiggle before holding tight to your waist.

Mickey lifts up your legs, and spreads you out wide, “Look at what a tight little pussy this is. Are you ready for us to make your dreams come true?” Mumbling out a yes over Clark’s tongue, Mickey walks in between your thighs. Letting Lloyd hold you up, and without warning his thick dick crashes into your warmth, and you pull away from Clark watching him stab into you. Relentless and hard, making you see stars.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but Lloyd grabs hold of your nipples, pinching the nubs hard, “Oh, we’re just getting started. You’ll wanna stay away for the grand finale. What are you?”

Distracted. You are distracted and in a trance at Mickey cramming himself into you. Lost in watching your body stretch to accommodate him, every inch of him disappearing in the depths of your pussy.

“What are you?” Lloyd shouts, and Clark smacks you across the face. “What are you?”

“I’m…” what are you? You didn’t know what answer he was looking for. It is hard to concentrate on how freeing this felt.

“Are you our whore?” Clark circles his hand around your throat, and your mouth falls open. So much pleasure. Too much some might say, but if you die from cock, you’ll take it. Lloyd spits down into your open mouth, and you swallow it like it was the best thing you had ever tasted.

“Yeah, she’s our whore. Look at how well she’s taking Mickey’s cock. She didn’t even need to get used to the stretch, she just took it so well. But let’s hear that whore mouth say it. Tell me. What are you?” He asks again, and you whine as pleasure starts building in your tummy. Mickey is hitting all the right spots, and you can hardly focus, much less think.

“What the fuck are you?” Lloyd gives your nipples another hard squeeze, and Clark’s hold on your neck gets tighter right as Mickey races to the finish line. Letting your walls clench down tight around him.

“I’m your whore! I’m your fucking whore! Oh my fuuuuckk!” Mickey pulls out of you and holds your legs spread open. Slapping at your clit over and over again. You squirm. You try to bring your legs together as the gateway to hell gets ever closer.

Strings of your arousal pull off him, but he keeps slapping until your pleasure is squirting out on his face, and Lloyd places you on the floor. Face down, ass up when he squats behind you, gripping your hips so tight, you know you’re going to bruise. He starts railing into you. “You didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt? You like being used?”

“Uh huh,” your voice is already sounding a bit hoarse, but you didn’t want him to stop. You still needed to feel Clark. You need his girth in your body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the only word you could get out, and you didn’t want to know anything more. This was the perfect definition of what you wanted, and how you wanted it.

It had become tiring to be this perfect influencer, so to have three men use you, telling you what you need, is setting your world on fire, and it was the best feeling. “Yes! Yes!”

“You’re enjoying this, huh? Look at this sloppy little cunt. Got you creaming all over my cock. You going to let us each come in this pussy? Watch as we leak out of that abused hole? Or do you want each hole filled with cum? Be our little cumdump.”

“Yes. Yes! Yes, I do! Fuck me! Fuck your whore. Fucking…ahh!” Your fingers dig into the floor, trying to find something to ground yourself as more pleasure builds up. “Lloyd, I’m going to…” it happens all so fast and your legs start to tremble from pleasure. “I’m coming. Fuck, yes. Fuck!”

He picks you up by your waist, and starts lowering you over Clark. Having your back up against his chest on the coach, and Clark’s meaty hands hold onto you. Guiding you lower over his thick engorged cock, and you cry. Tears brim your waterline, but you persevere not stopping until your cunt swallows him whole, and Lloyd and Mickey point chuckling at how you are struggling to take him.

“Next place it’s going is your ass,” you whimper, and he starts bouncing you over him. Squatting over him, and hands on your chest when Mickey brings a phone right up to your cunt being stuffed full of Clark Kent. “Are you smiling for the camera?”

Answering only by the most pleasure filled mewls. He slams you harder over him, and you scream out nonsensical words. Unable to think of anything. “Mickey, let Lloyd hold the camera and let’s see if this pussy can take more.”

“You’re getting a lot of hearts, sweetheart,” Lloyd mumbles as he takes the phone from Mickey. Placing it right at your entrance as his band mate tries to stuff you more.

“No. No, it won’t fit. Ahh!”

“Shh,” Mickey coos down at you. “You wrote it. Let’s try.”

“Please, please!” You look at where the three of you are trying to connect and scream. You doubted your body's ability to take all that. Did they have to have such large cocks?

“Shh,” Clark is the one in your ear. Stilling his motions as he kisses softly over your neck. “We’ll make it fit. Go on, Mickey. She’s the little whore that wanted us in all kinds of ways. Fulfill her fantasies.”

Mickey gives a hard push, and tears spring to your eyes as he fills your cunt with another cock. It hurt so good. The fullness in your heated cunt with both of them in there was soothing. It felt right. “I’m about to bust a nut,” Mickey exhales. “My…fuckfuckfuck. It’s so tight. It’s fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Lloyd, you won’t fit in there this time.”

“What?” You sob, looking in between the two of them, trying to find Lloyd who was being the camera man.

“We’re going to make you watch this video later,” Lloyd threatens, keeping the camera right on your throbbing pussy.

“No! That was fiction!”

“You admitted you did the research. You watched some disgusting porn about a girl getting her pussy stuffed with three cocks. You said it would be bliss to have the band as one with you,” Lloyd’s mouth turns up into an evil smirk as he moves the camera to your face.

“Her’s a little scared pussy cat. Come on, Sugar Tits, you said you were our whore. All your fans would love to know that you can take every cock.”

“I have three holes! Fuck me, raw, just not all in my pussy.”

“Tonight,” Lloyd adds in.

“Yeah, tonight. Ahh!” You hiss through your teeth as Mickey pulls out of you. Clark lifts you up, and moves his giant dick to your ass, and you bite down as a new sensation of pleasurable pain ripples through your body. Your ass had never been stretched out so wide. It happened so quickly, you couldn’t even think.

Mickey crawls onto the couch, straddling both you and Clark when he starts slapping you with his dick. “I got to stare at your ass?” Lloyd asks, positioning himself in between your thighs. “Fuck,” groaning as he pushes himself into your warmth, and Mickey does the same.

“Fucking whore!” Clark rumbles behind you. “Look at her taking every single one of us. All three of us, just like the goddamn whore she is. Hollow out those cheeks, Sugar Tits, we’re about to take advantage of your holes.”

You relax, letting the three of them command your body. Using you like their sex toy. Nothing has ever felt like this. You were ruined for life. It was the most glorious and freeing feeling being used for their pleasure. Grunts, growls, biting, slapping, and all on your body.

Deep into your body. Over and over again. Every part of your body ripples and recoils with their motions. “You’ve got two hands, too, Sugar Tits. Maybe next time the other two can join us, hmm? Such a fucking whore.”

“You look pretty with your makeup smearing down your face.”

“Kiss your Instagram, goodbye. I doubt after tonight you’ll have one,” they say words, but you can’t hear them. All you can do is feel. Every hard thrust into you takes you even further away from life. And closer to whatever hell they were living in.

Moaning out in pleasure until the four of you are just a sea of sin. Just when you think you can’t take anymore Mickey pinches your tits, Clark holds on to your neck, and Lloyd makes tight circles on your clit. Had it not been for Mickey jackhammering into your throat, they would hear what they were doing to you.

“Come!” Lloyd shouts, and cum from all three of them spurt deep into your channels, and you sigh as Mickey pulls out of your mouth, and stuffing his leaking cum back into your mouth.

Dumb on cock and pleasure. It is blissful. Your eyes start to close as Mickey brings someone’s phone back over to you. Holding it over your pussy as Lloyd pulls himself out. “You see what we did to her? Got her gaping, and leaking of cum. And look at this,” he brings the camera back to your face, and gives you a little slap.

You look at him with a dopey smile, and a whimper. “She’s good and dumb guys. Say bye to your favorite influencer. She’s our whore now. You heard it yourselves. I hope you enjoyed the show. Oh, you want to see her ass. Go on, big guy, they want to see your ‘seed’ leak out of her ass.”

“Mmm,” you whine as Clark pulls you off him. Showing your ass to the phone, but you're slowly falling asleep. It was amazing. You’re glad no one saw you.

“Yeah. It’s a pretty sight, seeing all those sloppy holes. Well. We’re signing off now. Goodnight,” Mickey ends the live feed on your instagram, ignoring all the calls, texts, and everything else that was popping up on your feed.

His finger moves around quickly as Lloyd and Clark tend to your exhausted body.

Deactivate.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 10 months ago

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Hot DJ » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Mickey Henry x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a thing for the hot DJ.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You say at the bar, eyeing the DJ like you have been all night. He occasionally looked up and sent a wink your way making you blush like crazy. When his set was done, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the bar.

“A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He tells the bartender.

“Whiskey.” You tell him.

The bartender brought you guys your drinks and walked away.

“Mickey.” Mickey introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You say with a smile and shook his hand.

“Tell me, Y/N. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I originally came here for a few drinks, but I got distracted by the hot DJ.” You tell him.

“Oh yea?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

You and Mickey sat at the bar drinking for a while until he stood up, holding his hand out.

“Wanna dance?” Mickey asks.

“I would love to.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.

Mickey led you to the dance floor. He was entranced by the way your hips swayed to the music. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felted his bulge against your ass. You leaned your body against his, placing your hands on top of his. Mickey leaned his head down, placing his lips on your neck and began to leave kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned quietly when you felt his stubble scratching your skin.

“Wanna get out of here?” Mickey asks.

“Lead the way, baby.” You say.

Mickey grabbed your hand, leaving the dance floor and hailed for a cab to take you two to his apartment. You two were all over each other the second you guys walked through the door. Mickey kicked the door shut with his foot and picked you up, taking you to his bedroom. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on the floor next to the bed. His hand blindly found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. You laid down on the bed and watched as Mickey stripped from his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. Mickey got on the bed, hovering over you. He leaned his head down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts, marking you up with hickeys.

“Mickey.” You moaned softly.

“Yea, baby?” Mickey says.

“Fuck me.” You says.

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before rubbing it through your wetness.

“Please!” You begged with a whined.

Mickey chuckles. He lines his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you inch by inch. Both of you gasped at the same time. You involuntarily spread your legs wider to take more of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Mickey groans.

Mickey leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily as he started thrusting. His thrusts are fast, but loving. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging at his hair while your other hand was on his back, your nails digging in his skin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Were you imagining us doing this while you were staring at me earlier?” He asks, moving his lips to your shoulders and placed kisses along them.

“Yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Mickey took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. One of his hands roamed your body, stopping on one of your breast and squeezing it causing you to gasp and your cunt to clench around his cock at the feeling. You arched your back in pleasure. That gave Mickey a new angle. His tip hit your sweet spot.

“Oh yes! Fuck!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to move faster. His tip continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Your pussy feels so good.” Mickey moans, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“I can say the same thing about your cock.” You moaned.

His fingers applied a little more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm building up.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Mickey asks panting, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock again.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned with a whimper.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips as you came. Mickey fucked you through your orgasm. He lost rhythm with his thrust, but quickly regained rhythm again.

“I know you’re gonna cum.” You panted. “Give it to me, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That was enough to send him over the edge. Your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling a sheet over the two of you. You two laid there panting for a few seconds before you spoke up.

“We should totally do that again.” You suggested.

“Agreed.” Mickey says, putting his hand on your thigh.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

#mickey henry #monday #monday movie #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #mickey henry x female reader #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry x y/n #mickey henry x you #mickey henry smut #mickey henry one shot #mickey henry imagine

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loomiseater · 8 months ago

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I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

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marie-hoe · 1 year ago

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Sebastian Stan Characters Masterlist

Bucky

Make Everything Better | >1k

Simple Trade | >2k | Demon!Bucky

With a 6 Month old | HC

Need More Data | >2k | Frat!Bucky (and Steve)

Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

What You Mean to Me | >1k

Roommate | >3k

Sleepless Nights | <1k | Husband!Frank

Mickey Henry

American Beauty | >3k

#Sebastian stan smut #Sebastian stan x reader #mickey Henry smut #mickey Henry x reader #Bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #Sebastian stan masterlist

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jbucb · 1 year ago

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I have three WIPs. I don't need another, but.....

Bucky Barnes or Mickey Henry

"Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to"

😫😫😫😫😫

#- BuckyBarnesXReader #winter soldier #mcu x reader #fanfic #bucky barnes smut #Mickey Henry x reader

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funkybbarnes · 1 year ago

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Funks Masterlist:

Sebastian Stan:

happy birthday, bugs!

Poems:

silences

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writing-for-marvel · 1 year ago

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in August. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff |💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

😈🔥💧💗 Mob!Bucky x Fairy (series) by @kinanabinks

🔥 Live Now (series) by @world-of-aus

💧💗🔥 Barnsey x Clover (series) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

💧💗 Positive Vicissitude (series) by @targaryenvampireslayer

💧💗🔥 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧💗 A Hopeful Tale by @justagirlinafandomworld

🔥💧💗 Ceramics Professor Bucky by @fandoms-writings

🔥💗 On Bended Knees by @slyyywriting

😈💧 Dark Desires by @jobean12-blog

💗 Sunshine in the Dark by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 CEO!Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Stay Quiet For Me by @inmyicyworld

💗 Morning Rain by @rain-lavender-rain

🔥 Spoiled and Stuffed by @sebstanwhore

🔥💗 On My Mind by @/targaryenvampireslayer

🔥 Skype Sex with Bucky by @boxofbonesfic

🔥 (Baby Cry For Me) When I Put My Lips On You by @cockslutpadalecki

😈🔥 Werewolf!Bucky by @buckylattes

Steve Rogers

💗 Hugging from behind by @worksby-d

💧💗 The Earpiece by @/crazyunsexycool

😈 Late Night Visitor by @sevenwivesofrafecameron

Joaquin Torres

💗 Neighbour!Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Photographer!Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

Ari Levinson

💧🔥 Playing With Fire by @flordeamatista

💗 The Meeting by @astheskycries

🔥 Big Daddy by @slothspaghettiwrites

🔥 Sunkissed by @brandycranby

Andy Barber

💧💗 Terms and Conditions AU (series) by @navybrat817

🔥 Good For You by @sunshinexsin

Lloyd Hansen

💧💗 Lloyd Hansen fluff by @venusstorm

🔥 Chain Game by @mrsurahara

Ransom Drysdale

💧💗 Empty Spaces by @intrepidacious

💗 Sweet Surprise by @babyjakes

💗 In Perfect Colour by @/brandycranby

Mickey Henry

💗 Out of my League by @syntheticavenger

Joel Miller

💧💗 Joel Miller x Reader by @holacia3

💧💗 Nook of Love by @/jobean12-blog

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bucksfucks · 4 years ago

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𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚

summary┃your roommate happens to be bucky, so it’s no surprise you end up fucking on the side. but when a mysterious stranger moves in right across the hall, you can’t help but be greedy for both.

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader x mickey henry

word count┃3,008 words

warnings┃fwb’s situation w/ bucky, jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, drinking, club scene, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, drunk makeouts, threesome, bucky and mickey both go down on you, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, blowjobs, lots of cum, slight degrdation + name calling (cockslut), it’s a competition between mickey and bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃this is an ambitious crossover no one asked for but here it is

“What’s with the dress, Sweets?” Bucky asks as he leans against the doorway of your bedroom as you’re finishing pinning your earrings into your ear.

“Mickey’s taking me out to this club opening,” you brush past him in a hurry, opening the small closet by the front door as you furrow your eyebrows as you’re looking for the black pumps you swore by.

“Mickey? The neighbour?” You can hear the jealously in Bucky’s voice as you attempt to balance on one leg while the other is occupied by you trying to slip the shoe on.

“Yeah, he’s uh,” you have to catch yourself against the wall as you balance on your less coordinated leg.

“He’s a DJ, remember. I think it’s his friends club and he’s playing a set,” you explain without hesitations as you’re running back into your room to grab your phone that’s been plugging into your charger.

“No yeah, I remember.” Bucky grumbles as he folds his arms over his chest to watch you dance around the apartment in a rush as you look for the various lip glosses, keys, and wallet that you have to bring with you.

“Jus’ didn’t think you were close with guy,” you stop in front of him, giving him a bright smile, “he’s really nice, I think you’d get along with him.”

Bucky just rolls his eyes when he hears this, “I’ll see you later, yeah?” You say, squeezing his bicep as he nods his head and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Stay out of trouble, okay? I don’t wanna have to bail you out at three in the morning.” He says making you laugh, “I’ll try my best.” You say before you’re hurled out of the door and into the hallway as you hope to catch a cab.

The agreement between you and Bucky had been a strange one.

You weren’t dating, but you’d regularly slip into his bed or vice versa. It was a mutually exclusive just friends who just happen to have sex arrangement.

Which is why when Bucky came home late in the morning only to re-emerge from the shower with a hickey on his neck—you would bite your tongue.

You didn’t have any right to be jealous, you had agreed to just have fun. There were no strings attached after all.

So when Mickey Henry, your new neighbour from Greece moved in just across the door, you didn’t mean to take such a liking into him.

But it was hard not to, his charm was undeniable and the rings and necklaces he wore practically lured you into him.

You offered your help, grabbing some of the lighter boxes, but he didn’t come with much in the first place.

“I’m startin’ over, y’know,” he shrugged his shoulders as he kicked his door in and held if for you.

“New city, new place,” you remember how he bit his lip as his eyes travelled up and down your body, “new people.”

He was an intoxicating personality, a goofy, but mysterious man who had a plethora of stories that sounded straight from a movie.

But you’d always come back home to Bucky.

Bucky.

The way that his hands would roam your body late at night when you were both stressed and needing the only release you knew.

He would whisper filthy little words as he rocked his hips against yours until your walls fluttered around him and your screams were muffled by his shoulder before falling asleep in his arms.

The sound of a honking horn grips you from your daydream as you hurry across the road with your middle finger up before you’re in Mickey’s arms suddenly.

“Oh you’re fiesty,” he laughs and suspect that he’s already had something to drink by the way his eyes are glossy.

“New York is vicious, you’ll learn quickly.” You chide back as he wraps his arm around you and your eyes are glued to the silver chunky rings.

“Well, you made it just in time. I’m about to start my set. I should warn you that I am the best though, jus’ so you won’t be too blown away.”

You laugh, throwing your head back as he leads you inside of the club. It’s dark, but not a typical scene—instead there’s hues of purples and oranges illuminating faces.

Bodies are packed onto the dance floor, drinks in hand and practically dr humping against strangers as Mickey’s hand intertwines with yours to drag you to the back where you could see his set up.

“I gotta set up, wanna get a drink?” He has to scream in your ear, breath hot against your skin as you nod your head. You feel him slipping cash into the palm of your hand as you smile back at him.

By the time you get to the bar, waiting for your drink, Mickey’s already got his headphones over his ears as the record scratches and the turntables start spinning with his set.

His music is different from the typical eardrum bursting club scene and you appreciate that as you stuff the change from your drink into your bra and make your way back with your vodka cranberry in hand.

One drink in and you can feel yourself loosening, strangers hands on your body as you dance with a group of girls that you’ve befriended.

Two drinks in and you’re singing along to songs you don’t know as Mickey’s eyes are on you as he laughs as the way you’re swaying to the music.

Nearly three drinks in and Mickey’s set is over, loose shirt buttons undone as you can see faint chest hair peeking out as he makes his way down and back to you.

“You havin’ fun?” Despite him being at your ear, he’s yelling as you laugh and nod your head.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, wanna show me?” You yell back, fingers in his as he nods and pulls you along to the side of the club where the music is nothing but a faint echo.

You’re not drunk, but you’re on your way; light, free, and happy as Mickey stops against the walls and pulls you flush against his body.

You welcome him, letting his arms fall around your waist as his nose bumps yours, “you look really good.” He purrs as you brush him off.

He doesn’t let you, tilting your chin upwards, “‘m serious, couldn’t keep my eyes off of ya’ when you were dancin’ to my songs.”

His voice is lower, deeper, and you can feel the indents of his rings against your back before he’s resting his hand over your ass.

“I still haven’t given you your change,” you smirk wildly, taking half a step away from you as you wait for his eyes to hover over the bills sticking out of your cleavage.

“It’s only fair,” you encourage him as he licks his lips and chuckles, “so you are a little tease.”

You feign innocence, enjoying the way his hands are gentle as he removes the bills slowly from where they’re tucked in your bra.

He slips them back into his pocket and almost immediately his lips are over yours in a messy and very needy kiss.

Mickey tastes like whiskey and lime, his tongue in your mouth as he holds your face like you’re going to disappear right in front of him.

Meanwhile your fingers are tangled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you hum against his mouth, “maybe we should share a cab home.”

He stops at your words, pulling away with dark and hungry eyes and a heaving chest, “you don’t have to tell me twice.”

The cab ride back is full of giggles and touches that would have gotten you into some serious trouble if you were caught, and you weren’t exactly being subtle.

A few flights of stairs later and you were standing in the hallway between both of your apartments, an awkward decision to make at nearly two in the morning.

“‘M not gonna lie, baby,” Mickey hums against your neck as he kisses the gentle skin, “I’ve wanted to fuck you in your bed.”

His words sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps pricking your skin as you nod your head as you’re throwing yourself through your front door trying to keep it down because surely Bucky would be asleep already.

“Take it you had a fun night.” His voice startled you, a squeak leaving your lips as you see Bucky leaning against the kitchen counter watching Mickey’s hands on your waist.

“Thanks for bringin’ her home,” he nods his head towards Mickey with a scowl on your face and his jealously shining through.

“I was plannin’ on doin’ a little more than jus’ bringin’ her home,” Mickey’s words hit Bucky with force as he tenses his jaw and pushes off the counter to take a step towards you; eye locked on you.

“Well you won’t make her scream louder than I do, neighbour.” He spits, running his cool metal thumb over your bottom lip as your heart is racing in your chest.

You know you should break up this petty pissing contest, the two men’s ego’s being both hurt and inflated at the same time but you don’t want to; the ache between your thighs burning deliciously.

“Why don’t you both make me scream tonight?”

Your words hang heavy in the air as you look between both Bucky and Mickey, their resemblances uncanny, as you can see the gears turning in their hands.

“You up for the challenge?” You then add, crossing your arms over your chest and looking between the two men.

Bucky has Mickey beat on muscle, by a long shot, but there’s something about Mickey’s charm and his rings and necklaces that would dangle in front of your face as he fucks you.

“I’ll be in the bedroom, I can do this alone or I can do it with your help,” you say, kicking your heels off and realizing just how much taller they both are until you’re walking towards your bedroom.

It’s not even two seconds later before your hear muffled chittering following by two sets of footsteps as Bucky walks in first and Mickey follows making sure to shut the door.

Nothing needs to be said as Bucky kisses you, cupping your face with his cold fingers as you feel another set of hands around your waist and lips on your shoulder.

It’s a sensory overload; two sets of hands, two sets of lips, two sets of tongues, and two sets of...

“This what you wanted? Was my cock jus’ not enough?” Bucky purrs, Mickey’s fingers slowly undoing the zipper of your dress.

“Maybe she jus’ wanted somethin’ new...somethin’ better,” as the dress falls around your feet and you can hear the groan that falls from Mickey’s mouth.

Bucky scoffs, holding your face in his hands, “nothin’ but a greedy cockslut,” he smirks as you feel your stomach jump at the dominant role that Bucky’s taken on.

“I’ve got her entire body memorized, try to keep up, neighbour,” Bucky scowls again, picking you up and tossing you onto your bed before he shrugs his shirt off.

It’s a quick and messy sight in front of you, clothes coming off from both men as they seem to be racing as to who will be the first person to really touch you.

“Thanks for the advice,” Mickey scoffs, “but I think I’ll be jus’ fine,” he smirks before tugging you down to the end of the bed by your ankle and sinking to his knees.

“Who says you don’t have to share?” Bucky’s words are now what leave you and Mickey in a state of shock as he gets on his knees beside Mickey.

It’s then that they look at you, already a mess as you’re squirming under their faint touches before Bucky’s ripping your panties off with his metal arm, “gotta get one of those.” Mickey seems to mumble as Bucky smirks.

“Close your eyes, Sweets. Jus’ relax for us and let us take care of ya’.” You can feel their warm breaths against your core, Mickey’s rings pressing into the flesh of your thighs are he holds your right leg open.

Bucky’s cool fingers are digging into the flesh of your left thigh, “got her nice and wet,” Mickey smirks, running a finger through your folds as you gasp.

“And I’ll get her to cum,” Bucky adds, cocky attitude in the spotlight as he finds your clit quickly. Adding the right amount of pressure has you reeling as he slowly draws figure eights over it.

Mickey’s fingers are wildly different from Bucky’s; they’re more nimble and much warmer as he teases your entrance.

“Gotta get you nice and ready for us, baby.” He teases, one finger slipping inside of you as Bucky continues his work over your clit, free hand going to free your breasts.

“Can’t forget her perfect tits, she loves gettin’ her nipples played with,” Bucky smirks, pinching the left one between his index finger and thumb.

When Mickey adds a second finger, cold rings sending a shudder down your spine as he pinches your nipple as well—you know there’s no holding you back.

“So fuckin’ tight,” Mickey groans, adding a second finger before curling them inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“Looks like you’ve found the spot,” Bucky smirks, turning his head to the other man, “y’know she’s a squirter?”

You and Mickey let out a soft moan at Bucky’s words because yeah he did know your body better than you did. And the fact that he was letting Mickey explore, he still seemed to be in charge.

“Is that right, baby? You gonna soak us?” Mickey hums, starting to pump his fingers more rhythmically until you can feel that pressure building up until his hand is stopped.

“Make her work for it, can’t give it to her so easy,” Bucky purrs, looking up at you as your chest is heaving and a whine leaves your mouth.

“Fuck, God—please.” You’re not beyond begging, right on the edge as Mickey starts curling his fingers again and you can hear how wet you are as Bucky pinches your clit gently.

He edges you, with Bucky’s help, until you’re almost in tears trying to get them to let you cum.

“I think you’ve been such a good girl, Sweets,” Bucky hums, turning his head to Mickey, “do you think she deserves to cum?”

The other man licks his lips, “I think you sure do, baby. Get to cum all over us and soak us.” He nearly growls before his fingers are deep inside of you as Bucky’s metal hand adds pressure to your lower belly.

The pleasure grips you, harder than ever before as you feel your orgasm gush out of you until you have no more oxygen left in your lungs and you feel dizzy.

“Holy fuck,” Mickey groans, fingers soaked along with his arm, “baby that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“C’mere, Sweets,” Bucky coaxes, pulling you up into a sitting position as they both take a seat on your ruined bedsheets.

“That was fun,” you smirk, sitting on both their laps as you can see the smile on Mickey’s face, “who said we were done.”

It makes your heart flip, excitement pooling between your thighs again as Bucky’s eyes are dark and sparkling with mischief.

“Hands and knees, don’t make us ask twice,” he pinches your ass, urging you into the position right at the edge of the bed as you’re met with Mickey’s clothed cock.

“Been thinkin’ of your mouth, baby. How well you’d use it,” he smirks as he hooks his fingers under his boxers and pulls them down his legs.

You lick your lips, feeling Bucky come up behind you and spreading your legs further apart, “bein’ so good for us, Sweets.”

A shiver rolls over your body when you feel Bucky’s cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you as Mickey stand there with his hand wrapped around his shaft.

You want nothing more than to wrap your lips around him, eyes glossy as you look up at him, “open wide.”

A smirk spread over his lips as you open your mouth, welcoming him before you’re moaning around him from Bucky’s cock entering you in one long stroke.

“Fuck, look at you—stuffed from both ends just how you like, huh?” Bucky taunts, slapping your ass as you hollow your cheeks around Mickey’s cock.

He’s not as thick as Bucky, but he’s longer and it makes you gag as Bucky’s thrusts push you forward into Mickey.

“And doin’ so fuckin’ well too, you’re just cockdrunk on us aren’t ya’?” Mickey’s cocky nature shines through as you let him use your mouth.

The room is hot, sticky, and smells like sex as Bucky hits that one spot inside of you that makes you lose control.

“She’s gonna cum all over my cock.” Bucky grunts, tightening the grip he has on your hips as he slams harder into you.

You can see Mickey smirking, enjoying the way you’re a total mess under both of them.

“I did make her squirt,” he chides back at Bucky, all while gripping the back of your neck as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

“And I’ll be the one filling her up,” Bucky quickly snaps back before you feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure as your eyes fall closed.

Bucky does just that, filling you up and painting your walls as Mickey finishes in your mouth until the three of you are falling back into bed totally exhausted.

“That’s not how I was plannin’ to spend my night,” Bucky grunts as he throws an arm over your waist.

“Neither did I.” Mickey chuckles breathlessly as they both look at you.

“That’s funny, because this is exactly how I planned to spend me night.” You say with a wicked smirk.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucksfucks writes — [♡] ;#bucky barnes au #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes headcanons #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry smut #mickey henry x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader x mickey henry

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nickfowlerrr · 4 months ago

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have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?

GIF by thewintersoldier

pairing: mickey henry x curvy!reader

warnings: smut. fluff. not edited. warnings not exhaustive in the slightest.

words: 3.3k

notes: hi. i watched Monday finally and fell in love. haven’t been writing much lately but this happened out of nowhere. hope you enjoy. thank you in advance for reading. 🫶🏻

You wake slowly with a grumble, a chill breeze flowing over you as goosebumps prick along your skin.

Your eyes squeeze tighter, not ready to open just yet, and you hug yourself closer - needing protection from the cool air.

As you start to move, stretching the sleep from your body, you register the weight of something draped over your waist. You open your eyes finally and all at once you register where you are, and the fact that you are not alone.

Mickey’s arm is heavy on you as he sleeps, pressed close behind you. His hand rests on your belly and as you look down yourself, you realize that you are completely naked.

“Oh my god,” you whisper groan to noone.

You touch him gently, careful not to disturb his sleep as you move his arm off of you.

Your attempt at not waking him is futile as he grumbles when you let his arm drop. It’s a deep noise, and you almost laugh at how annoyed he sounds before his hold is on you once again. you don’t even have the chance to get up before he’s urging you onto your back without a word, without so much as blinking open an eye.

You don’t fight it, and once you’re laying down, he rolls over - a little groggily moving to straddle you. He grunts as he holds himself over you and you do nothing but gaze up at him. The stubble that lines his jaw is darker now than it was last night, the lines by his eyes deeper as he squeezes his eyes shut tighter for a second before he finally blinks them open - ocean blues staring down at you as a soft smile takes its place on his lips.

“Hey,” he smiles, voice still lingering with sleep. His eyes squint just so as he stares down at you and the sun shines onto him.

He lifts a hand to shield his eyes, but he doesn’t move from over you.

“Hi,” you reply breathily, the sound of the tide coming in not far from where you lay almost drowning out your voice.

“Good morning,” he whispers as he lowers himself closer to you. You’re still as you watch him and you don’t move even as his lips brush yours.

It’s soft and almost too quick before he pulls away and pushes himself up. He’s straddling you, his large hands ghosting down your body before they settle on your hips.

“Morning…” you take a breath as your skin warms under his touch, under his stare. “We’re on the beach,” you say, earning a nod from him. “And we’re naked,” you point out.

“We are.”

“We shouldn’t be.”

“No?” he smirks.

“No.”

He nods and considers you for a second longer before he moves. He gets up off of you but you don’t move until he hands you your dress from last night. You offer a thank you as you shake the sand off of it - grateful for the blanket beneath you that’s at least kept you from being covered in sand yourself.

You pull the dress on, and slowly get to your knees. You watch as he pulls his own shirt on, buckling his belt after he adjusts his wrinkled pants.

He turns to you then, grabbing your hand as he helps you up. As soon as you’re on two feet, he pulls you against him, earning a gasp from you at the surprise. You look up at him, that same smile still playing on his pretty face as he looks at you.

“You’re not really leaving today, are you?”

“Mickey,” you look down, eyes glued to his chest. You’re worried if you look him in the eye again he’ll convince you to stay ‘just a little longer’.

Like he did last week.

And the week before…

“You don’t have to go, you know.”

“I do,” you argue, looking back up, “you know I do. I’m supposed to be out of my apartment by Sunday, and I already bought the ticket for tonight.”

“Get a refund,” he shrugs, holding you closer.

“Mickey,” you sigh, “There’s nothing keeping me here. Last night was nice, this,” you look down at the blanket at your feet, the bouquet of flowers laying at the far edge next to the empty bottle you shared and finished before you lost all sense and spent the rest of your last night in Greece tangled up together under the stars…, “it was really nice.” You smile softly to yourself as the night replays in your mind, “No one’s ever done anything like this for me, and I appreciate it so much, I love tha-,”

“I love you,” he cuts you off with a sincerity in his confession so clear and deep, you lose all words of your own as you meet his gaze - truly stunned silent. There’s a touch of hurt swimming in his crystal blues and you want nothing more than to take back whatever it was you said that caused it.

“And I’m here. Let me keep you here,” he whispers as he gently takes your face in his hands.

“You love me?” you ask quietly as you touch his wrist.

“I love you,” he repeats, his eyes bearing into yours as he refuses to break the contact.

He loves you. It’s only been a month and he loves you and you… you…

“I love you,” you reply, more sure of that fact than you have been of anything else since you first even decided to come to Greece.

“You love me?” He smirks softly, a look of relief washing over his face.

You nod, a small smile quirking at the corner of your lips as you step even closer into him, despite the fact that you’re already pressed up against each other. “I love you.”

He doesn’t waste another second before his lips are crashing into yours. The undercurrent of desperation in his touch sends a new wave of nerves through you. You aren’t sure if it’s anxiety or excitement. Probably a mix of both.

You’re lost to him as he keeps you close, kissing you with such intensity you don’t know how you’re even still standing.

Finally he pulls away, though not enough to put any real space between you.

“Move in with me.”

Your eyes widen at his words. “What?” you titter in disbelief.

“Move in with me,” he repeats. “You don’t have anywhere else planned, I have an extra room, cheap rent, good food,” he eyes you hotly, smirking again, “great sex,” he shrugs.

You laugh, unable to fight the smile breaking on your face.

“Are you serious?” you question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve known you for a month and you’ve never once invited me over,” you point out. “I’ve never even seen where you live.”

“We can change that,” he says with a smile, “right now.”

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The water from the shower head is warm and relaxing, and though you had to wash with soap that isn’t your usual, you don’t mind all too much the scent of it. It smells like him.

You don’t even realize you’re smiling as you wash the remaining suds off of your body. You feel clean and refreshed and a little less stressed.

His place is nice, and you don’t have much in the way of belongings anyway, so the move won’t be too bad either.

The move…

God, is this insane? Moving in with a man you’ve only known for a month, extending your stay in a country you’ve only been visiting for just as long, hell, looking into visas - something you never even considered before.

It is. Surely. You know that. And yet, it feels…right?

It’s like he’s cast some magic spell over you. You met him your third day here. You didn’t expect anything more than that night from him, but now here you are.

You turn off the water and reach for the towel he had given you to use, patting yourself off before wrapping it as best you can around your body.

You look in the mirror and raise a brow at yourself. You look like you’re wearing a mini dress with a thigh slit.

You really need to get your things from your apartment. Your bath sheet would never leave you this cold.

Stepping out into the hallway once you’re sure you aren’t dripping, you see Mickey coming out of the bedroom as he hears the bathroom door open and close behind you.

He’s stopped in his tracks as his eyes roll over you, he whistles as he leans against the open doorframe while you carefully take steps toward him.

“You really look good in anything, don’t you,” he says, voice heady and eyes eager and hungry.

You roll your eyes playfully as you approach him, “I really didn’t think this shower through. I won’t have anything clean to put on until my dress is dry.”

“I have clothes you can wear,” he offers.

You feel your skin heat up as he turns to walk back into his room.

There’s no way, you think to yourself.

You hear a drawer open and listen to the sound of his rifling around. Maybe he has a friend’s clothes or something. Or old clothes from the woman who lived here before him?

There is no way he’s gonna come back with…

“Here,” he says, presenting you with a pair of pants and a t shirt. You look at them, then back to him, then to the clothing again.

You smile in unbelief as you look at him again. “Are you being funny?” you laugh lightly.

His brow furrows as he looks at you. “Huh?”

You look at the clothes again. You really can’t help but laugh now, “Are you serious?” you ask again.

“What?” he says, more confused now than he just was.

“Mickey,” you begin, taking the pants from him and holding them up against your body, “in what fucking world do you think I would fit these?”

He goes a little red as he finally gets your meaning. A bashful smiling on his face as he looks at you, almost apologetic.

“I wasn’t really thinking I guess,” he says, still holding the t shirt.

“Yeah,” you agree with a small, amused laugh of your own. “I mean have you seen these thighs,” you gesture.

“I have,” he smirks, stepping closer, letting the shirt drop as he moves to caress your exposed skin below the hem of the towel. “Up close and personal,” he adds, taking another step closer.

He leans down closer to you, speaking against your lips as youre caught in his magnetic field once again.

“I love them,” he smirks before kissing you, soft at first, then deeper as his hands slide up your thighs. Your own are holding onto his shirt now, allowing him to easily get the towel to drop as his arms push it while he touches you with slow hands up and up your body, skin still damp and now tingling under his touch.

“Okay, so you don’t have clean clothes until the load is done,” he says between kisses, hands gripping your soft waist, “lucky for you, I can think of plenty of things we can do with no clothes on for the next hour.” Another kiss as he pulls you with him, walking backwards. “Next couple hours,” he shrugs. Another kiss as you laugh against his lips while he guides you into his bedroom. “Maybe all night, who knows.”

——

Your eyes flutter as you grip onto his hair, his face buried between your legs while his hands grip your thick thighs, keeping you open for him while he eats you out to his heart’s content.

It’s overwhelming and not enough all at the same time. Your thighs are shaking as his tongue circles your clit over and over again, bringing you to the edge of your third orgasm. You don’t know how much more you can take but you’re more than happy to find out.

Your hips buck despite yourself and the vibrations of his moan against your pussy are what finally push you over the edge again. You gasp and your muscles tense as your body arches while he works you through the high. Your eyes are rolled back as broken moans and whimpers fall past your lips.

You come down slowly and Mickey finally moves away from your sensitive cunt, but he doesn’t go far as he stays between your legs. His hands are still on your thighs as he squeezes you softly, trailing his lips up one thigh and down the other as you watch him.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your skin as he peppers kisses everywhere he can. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Are you talking to me or my thighs?” you ask, voice sounding slurred in your sex drunk haze.

You feel his smirk against your skin as he kisses your thigh again. “Both,” he answers, rubbing your leg and squeezing once more before he crawls up your body, his touch sending your every nerve alight as he drags his hands across your skin.

When he’s above you, you can’t do anything but stare into the oceans of his eyes, forever getting lost to the sea blues, twinkling with adoration for no one but you.

You gingerly reach up to caress his still stubbly cheek as he peers down at you. He tilts his face into your touch, and leans closer as you reach up to meet his lips.

You moan against him as you taste your sex on his tongue, and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth. His nose brushes yours and as you settle back down onto the mattress, he follows you down.

Your hand slips from his cheek, down his throat, and then his chest. You feel his muscles tense beneath your touch as he keeps himself from laying down on you completely - though you really wouldn’t mind the weight of him on top of you if he did.

You sigh as he breaks the kiss, breathing heavy. You watch as he pushes himself up and sits back on his knees. He grabs his hard length in one hand, the other coming to your hip as you spread your legs further for him in anticipation. He pumps himself a bit, biting his lip as he holds back a moan.

Your eyes are heavy as you watch his every move and you whimper as he groans when he rubs his cock head up and down your slick cunt. Over and over again, up and down, brushing up over your sensitive clit and then sliding back down to push ever so slightly into you. He’s teasing you and it’s torture.

Luckily, he can’t take much more himself.

He presses into you again, but this time he doesn’t pull out. He inches deeper inside you, slow - making sure you feel every bit of him as he stretches you out and fills you up.

He starts moving inside you, in and out as he rocks his hips in perfect rhythm. His breath hitches when your walls squeeze his length as he brushes against the spot that has you seeing stars.

“That it, baby? Right there?” he asks, sure he knows the answer but loving the fact that you can’t find the words to speak it yourself as he moves against it again. He’s deep and it feels so good.

He fucks you with long strokes, his big hands holding you tight as you lay beneath him, looking blissed out and on the edge of ecstasy in the same breath.

His grip gets tighter as he fucks you deeper, rutting into you harder. The moans that come from him as he praises you have the coil in your belly growing tighter and tighter as you inch closer to your orgasm.

You’re both covered in a light sheen of sweat and breathing heavier as your moans and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other’s fill the room.

Your hands are reaching for him, touching him everywhere you can in your lust filled haze. He’s inside of you and yet somehow you still need him closer. His name falling like a prayer off your lips.

He indulges your desperation as he leans heavier into you, coming face to face as you murmur your pleas for him. Whimpers leaving you as he hits that spot over and over again.

Your walls constrict around him tightly as your orgasm builds and as your eyes squeeze closed, the coil in your belly finally snaps; your nerves light up, the wave of white hot energy rolling through you with an intensity you aren’t sure you’ve ever experienced. You moan loudly and wantonly as he fucks you through it and you feel his cock throb inside of you.

You’re like a vice around him and he curses loudly between moans that border on whimpers. His cock twitches and he’s vaguely aware he should pull out but you don’t give him the chance. He doesn’t have the time to even try when your walls squeeze him again as they pulse with your orgasm. He can’t hold himself back, it feels too good, and before he knows it he’s coming inside you. Rope after rope of his cum spills into you, filling you up and leaving you full of him.

You feel the spurts of his cum as they hit your walls, but you’re much too high to care. It feels good, feeling him. And knowing you brought him to his end, knowing you can make him feel as good as he makes you feel. You love it. This, right here with him, is heaven like you’ve never known.

Your eyes are still closed as Mickey collapses on top of you. His head is on your chest as he works to even out his breathing while you absentmindedly card a hand through his soft, messy hair.

After a moment, he gets up, gently pulling his softening length from you. You can feel the mess of your mixed release between your legs as he removes himself.

You sigh lightly at the feeling while he flops over to lay down beside you.

As if in perfect time, the dryer sounds the end of its cycle.

You lazily look over to Mickey who is already looking back at you.

“My clothes are done,” you say, stating the obvious before taking a deep breath as you still work to even out your breathing. “Should we go?”

“Ya know, I was thinking about it while you were in the shower,” he begins, pulling you into him, tugging you closer as you roll into him and titter, “we could go get your stuff today if you want, but,”

“But,” you echo.

“You don’t have to be out until Sunday, right?”

“Mhm.”

“So we can spend the day here. I’m not working tonight, we can stay in… get you to feel more at home. We can get your things tomorrow.”

You look at him, thinking about the offer for a second.

“So I’m gonna be stuck in the same outfit three days in a row?” you quirk a brow.

The smirk that he wears lets you know his intentions before he even answers you as his hand slides up and down your hip before slipping further to squeeze your ass, pulling you closer.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes a chuckle, “what makes you think we’re gonna be doing anything that calls for you being dressed today?”

You eye him, narrowing your eyes a bit in jest before you have to bite your lip to fight your grin. Then you lean into him, stopping less than an inch away from his lips before you smile and press your lips to his, kissing him hotly and letting your hand come up to hold his face as he moves to hold you in kind, keeping you close as he returns your fervency.

This is insane, you think again as you smile into the kiss.

And yet, somehow…

Nothing’s ever felt more right.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Every Other Weekend, Part 6

Summary: You and TJ go out, and Jack and Callum show up

Pairings: Jack O’Malley X Reader, TJ Hammond X Reader, Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, one night stand, mentions of divorce, tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Hey!” Jack says excitedly when you call. You never call on your weekend, “Wait, is something wrong? Is Finn okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” you hated this. Hated every bit of it, and missed when life was just simple. When you could call him because you missed the sound of his voice. “TJ was wanting to go out tonight, and it’s my weekend. Finn wants to spend the night with my parents, but I wanted to check and see if you wanted him?”

“Oh,” he hesitates, looking over at Cal. “Um, I already had plans.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to give you that option. Also, wanted to talk to you about maybe getting him on a weekday. He misses you. Maybe have a night or two of dinners at the house? You’re better at math anyways.”

It felt normal and strained all at the same time. Felt so forced, and it almost felt like you were holding onto whatever strings you had left of your family. “You know I want to spend as much time with him as possible,” it was one of the few things you wanted from Jack. An available father. “So where’s the dynamic duo going tonight?”

“We’re going out,” he was such a slime ball sometimes, always trying to trick you into telling him where you were going. You knew he was going to be doing his own research, and he would find you.

“Hmm,” he playfully chides you. “I’m guessing you two are dressing in all black, TJ is going to have his fancy little martinis, and you can’t even fake classy like that when it comes to your alcohol, you’re going to have a bottle of beer in your hand, and you’ll be dancing up a storm. Just stay away from pool tables.”

Both of you sigh, remembering happier times between the two of you. It was bittersweet to think that it all started with a pool table, drinks, and TJ and Callum. “You and Cal have fun tonight. I’m picking the boy up tomorrow, and we’re going to see a movie,” you leave it open for a second, hoping that he will invite himself. Unsure of why you did it. But there was still a deep longing for your family. For your husband. You just couldn’t trust him.

“If you’re going to go see the latest Batman movie, do you mind if I tag along?”

“You better ask our son. I need to get him to my parents, and get ready. Have fun, Jack.”

“You, too,” he clicks off, and puts his phone on his chin thinking. Contemplating everything that you had said, before jumping up and looking at your social medias.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, peeking around Jack’s shoulder. “Get off her page.”

“Her and TJ are going out tonight,” he says, clicking through your recent activity. Nothing. You were a ghost online, but not TJ. TJ wants everyone to know that he’s having more fun than everyone else.

“They should. TJ is good for her, and you won’t have to worry about her having sex,” Jack turns to glare at Cal, and he holds his hands up in surrender. “No one has her back quite like Teej, you know this. Ooh!” He points at a local club that was hosting a new DJ, “Can we go there?”

“Yep,” Jack answers, putting the address in his phone. “We’re not the only ones.”

“Jack!” Cal throws his head back dramatically. “You can’t go chasing her around all the time.”

“No, you said I needed to try. I’m trying. Me and her have open dialogue. She can actually look at me again. She invited me over for dinners at the house with Finn.”

“You’re not weaseling your way in, are you? Like you legit want to be with your wife? Want to wake up in the bed with her every morning? Want to clock out, and go home to her every night? Want to deal with the hard stuff? Want to see your son every day? Want to be there for her? And want to compromise and have another kid? This isn’t some conquest. This is a woman that does in fact love you, maybe she’s still in love with you, maybe she’s in love with the idea that she had in her head of you. But you can’t just do this, and spend time with Finn and then flake away. You have to be there for her during the hard times. Have to have arguments, without turning to someone else who will just tell you what you want to hear. That woman is who you talk about things with. Open yourself and be vulnerable.”

“Yeah,” he answers. Standing up to walk out of the station, “Like I know this is stupid, but I realize what I had, now that it’s gone,” he gets a hard whack in the back of the head at that admission, “I know, I’m dumb. I am a dumb man. I wanted to have it all, and now I have nothing. But she and my son are what I want. This isn’t just to prove that I can have her whenever I want. This is wanting the life that I should have been working to have with her. They don’t make women like her.”

“Yeah, she made the best lunches. And now, I don’t get snacks. You messed up my snack time for me Jackson. I miss those cute little boxes of a cheese and meat platters. With the little nuts, and jellies. It was like a charcuterie box. I’m going to tell her I want that. She’ll make me one. I haven’t pissed her off. So we’re going to this club, and you’re hoping that she and TJ will be there?”

“Yep. They’ll be there, or we’re going to look like idiots.”

“Correction, you dance like a white boy. You’re going to look like an idiot.”

“Stop dancing with me,” TJ yells in your ear, trying to pull away from you, but you pull him back. “That fine as fuck DJ is checking you out. Keeps smiling at you, and that tall drink of water keeps thinking I’m straight because you won’t quit grinding on me. You’re cockblocking me. Again. And yourself,” he gives a wave up at the DJ trying to push you away.

“Don’t leave me. He’s working,” you glance up at the man, and he was smiling the whole time, and directly at you. Waving his hand for you to come up there to him. “Oh!”

“See! Now, go suck his dick while he plays or something,” you smack him in the stomach, and his obnoxious and roaring laughter lifts your mood even more. “Not everyone you date has to be on that app. You can meet people out in real life. Go talk to the man.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll…I’m going up there,” you depart from TJ, going up to the DJ which you find out quickly his name was Mickey. He even pulls you in front of him, teaching you how to work the turntables. Getting close to your body quickly.

TJ sits at the bar, ordering up another martini when he sees Jack and Cal walk in, and starts laughing. Raising a hand to the two men, and they trot over to him, “Quit looking,” TJ says, pointing up at the stage. Jack’s face falls for a minute seeing you smiling and laughing. “She just got up there. He’s been watching her all night.”

“She looks beautiful,” his eyes drift all down your body. You and TJ always did make a statement when you walked in somewhere. Coordinated enough, but could still attract the people you wanted.

“She looks hot,” TJ responds, taking a sip from his martini. “You went digging on my facebook didn’t you?” Jack looks over at him quickly, and TJ shrugs, “You’re predictable Jack. You can’t stand not to snoop. And yes, I put that shit out there to lead you to where she was going to be. She’s not on a date with this guy. She’s flirting.”

“He looks sloppy,” Jack notes, looking down at his clothes. TJ pulls apart one of Jack’s layers, and then another. “What are you doing?” He slaps his hand off him.

“How many layers do you have on today? Your wife has a type, and it starts with the clothes,” Callum throws his head back, starting to laugh, but Jack squints his eyes, glaring at TJ. “Ain’t none of y’all going to win best dressed. She stays with me, so we can look good together, and then she has you and whatever that is to make her look like the queen she is. Look at fucking Dean.”

“Don’t talk about that man. I have a meeting with him on Monday. He’s talking to Finn about his mom,” TJ points up at you, and Jack shakes his head. “She’d pull Dean’s testicles off his body if she thought that he was including Finn in her dates. I think she ended it with Dean,” TJ nods his head quickly, “Okay, she definitely ended it with Dean, and he doesn’t like it. So he involves our son. She…I gotta go,” he bolts off quickly when he sees you start to walk off the stage, and TJ slaps at Callum’s arm.

“Big guy, that sweet thing right there is checking you out. Now, if you would please, I have got this man that I have wanted to talk to you, and if it isn’t my bestie, it’s you and Jack. Talk to her, dance with her, take her home. Jack is busy.”

“You think this is gonna work?” TJ shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the martini, already tapping his finger on the bar for another. “They love each other. They know they love each other. She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t.”

“She still believes Jack slept with that woman. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Doesn’t matter. She thinks he did. She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t love him, so she doesn’t get hurt. She’s sleeping around, because ‘he did’. That woman is struggling because her heart starts in her vagina. But Jack has something no one else does.”

The two men look at each other, and both respond, “Finn.”

“Jack will always have a piece of her heart because that’s Finn’s dad. She wants things to work. But she’s playing the game like Jack did. One foot in and one foot out.”

“Our friends suck,” Cal looks over at the woman that TJ had pointed out, and nods his head at her. “If Jack plays his cards right…”

“No, you watch, he won’t be going home with her. I think she really meant it when she said she wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Cal points over towards you and Jack, and you were laughing at whatever he was saying. Your hand finding any excuse to touch him. “She’s had a few beers. And a couple of shots.”

“Twenty bucks says he goes home with her.”

“Thirty bucks says he just gets a kiss,” TJ puts his hand in front of Cal, and they both shake on it. Going their separate ways with their prospective partners for the evening while you giggle again at Jack.

Grabbing at his hips, you tell him to loosen up. “Have fun!”

“This is so fun. So very fun,” he responds sarcastically, and you throw your head back laughing, but grab his hand to place on your hips.

“Feel the beat. Or just feel me,” he gulps, as he tries to dance around with you. He was definitely feeling you. Had your undivided attention, and you were ignoring the DJ and only looking at him. Your eyes were shining up at him, and the two of you were laughing. You weren’t just Finn’s parents at this moment. You were two people enjoying each other.

“That’s better,” you giggle, turning around, and his hands pull you closer to his body, “Oh, we’re going back to the good ole days, huh?”

“Remind me of how good you can dance,” circling your hips, you lean forward a bit, starting to grind on him. Even he gets into dancing. Relaxing enough to enjoy the beat of the music, but mostly your ass on his crotch. You close your eyes, and forget about the past. Push aside everything that has happened, and will yourself to live only in this moment.

Your hand goes behind you, and you hold onto his neck. Jack takes a chance, and leans forward, softly kissing on the column of your neck. With your first whimper, he nibbles on your skin. Kissing up your neck, before he comes to your face, and you were looking at him through your lashes. Your pupils a deep sea of lust. Your fingers wiggle around on him, urging him closer.

His eyes flash down to your lips, and you pull him even closer. Inching closer and closer, so slowly, before his petal pink lips touch your own. The moment he touches your mouth, your body spins around, so you can deepen the kiss. Granting his tongue access quickly. It was muscle memory, but it was so full of passion. You hadn’t kissed him like this in so long. Hadn’t felt him like this for years.

Jack’s hand starts coasting up your side, and his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you yip on his mouth, and he pulls you closer. Starting to walk backwards, and get you somewhere private. A heated moment between two old lovers. He starts kissing down your neck, looking around the crowded club, and you blink your eyes open.

Purple haze surrounded you; intoxicating you. Those thick fingers caress your soft curves, and you hear a scratch of the record, and realize where you were. Remember just who was sucking on your neck, and you push him off you, “I can’t do this.”

“Sharkie, wait.”

“I’m not some hookup, Jack. I can’t,” he grabs at your hand, pulling you back to him, “I can’t. I can’t give you that.”

“Let’s just leave then,” there was so much sincerity in his face that it hurt. A deep rooted pain fills in your gut, and you hated the way it was making you feel. “We don’t even have to do anything. Let’s just go home,” you shake your head no. Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill up with tears. “Why?”

“I can’t do that with you. I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I always fall,” you pull his hand off your own and start to walk away. Getting closer to the stage, while Jack spins on his heel, and marches out of the club. Screaming the minute he gets out, and Cal and TJ look at each other from across the way.

You were already waving your hand to Mickey, who calls another man to take his place, sinking deeper away from the crowd ready for some privacy. Cal walks outside to Jack who was sitting on the curb, “What happened?”

“We kissed,” his foot toes the ground, but his eyes stare blankly at nothing. “Not just a little peck, but a real kiss. It felt like the beginning of our relationship again. Everything was fine.”

“You were trying to fuck her in there, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know. She thinks that’s what it was. I don’t know. I really don’t know. I wanted somewhere more private, but we could have left, and just snuggled on the couch. It doesn’t always have to be sexual. But I know that’s what she thought it was. I know she sees me looking at her as an easy way to get my dick wet, and that’s my fault. Robyn got the sweet flirty side of me, and she got only my dick,” he throws his body back on the pavement looking at the sky.

“Get up off the disgusting ground.”

“I deserve to be down here.”

Cal sits down on the curb with him, nodding his head. “I really did cheat on her, didn’t I? Like me giving the best parts to Robyn, even when I was living with my family. She told me there was no passion in our love making anymore. I just used her to get my dick wet. She was supposed to be my everything. I was with Robyn when my son was in the hospital. My son was unconscious and my wife was alone. Scared about our son, and worried about where I was. And I was drinking coffee with another woman,” Jack starts laughing, closing his eyes, and slams his hands over them.

“I would leave me, too. I love her. And I hate that it took all of this to see that. But I felt it, and I know she did, too. I know that she felt that spark the moment that our lips touched. She could feel this passion that we hadn’t had in years. It was just like old times sake. And here I was just wanting to get away from the noise, and she took it as using her for her pussy. Because that’s how I made her feel. I made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything besides what sits in between her thighs. And she’s running from what she really feels because I’m dumb. I wanna drink. I just want to drink my sorrows away.”

“You’ve got a movie date with them tomorrow. You can have one more beer. You’re not drinking your sorrows away. You’re going to the movies. You will be Finn’s parents. Finn needs the both of you. Monday, you’re marching in and telling Winchester to leave your kid out of his former relationship,” Jack whispers okay, and Cal stands, giving him a hand.

“She loves me, though,” he smiles up at Callum. “She can’t fake passion. I knew at the end it was just sex between us. That though…that kiss had sparks. Had desperation and need. Because my wife still loves me.”

“Come on lover boy.”

TJ opens the door where he had seen you and Mickey run off to, and you were sitting on top of him. Ass exposed as you bounce over him. “I’m gonna lock this door,” he says as he closes it quickly.

Your arms wrap around Mickey’s neck, letting him kiss all over your skin. You were just going through the motions. But he was enjoying himself. Deep panting breaths as he sucks bruises on you. His long fingers cupping your ass and slamming you down harder on his length.

Mickey was just as touch starved as you, and he made sure to touch and kiss every part of your body. Even though this didn’t mean a damn thing, he makes you feel like you were the only one. He was touching you in all the right places. Kissing all over your body, not neglecting any exposed skin, but he couldn’t stop returning to your mouth. Swallowing all your moans was becoming an addiction and his favorite flavor. You wanted to forget, but in the twenty minutes you are with him, it felt like for just that time, you were in love again. If only for these precious few minutes.

You didn’t do this anymore, and yet here you were having the most meaningless sex with someone you barely knew. Didn’t even know his last name. But TJ had armed you with condoms, and you were pissed. Mad at yourself for allowing your vulnerability with Jack to sneak out. You let him know just how fragile you were when it came to him.

And now here you were taking some man you just met. Was balls deep, and between his vocal performance and your squelching sounds, the two of you were quite a pair. Letting the pleasure seep its way to your own throat, you moan as you get closer. Hoping that he cums quickly, because you didn’t know if you could go for more.

Now you just wanted to go to sleep. Couldn’t properly enjoy a good fuck because it was making you feel disgusted. Both his hands cup your face, and he swallows every whimpering mewl as your walls clench down tight around him. Squeaking out his own pleasure, before his head throws back, “That was amazing,” he pants. Holding onto your hips when you try to get off.

“Where are you doing?” He was a pretty little thing, but there was no way that you could see this lasting. Had no desire to bring him around your son.

“Can we do this again?”

“Not likely,” he snorts, finally letting go of you, allowing you to stand up. You shimmy your dress back over your hips and thighs. Going to reach for your panties, but he grabs them up off the floor, “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Well, since I don’t get to feel that tight pussy again, it only seems fair that I get to jerk off into these pretty lacy things. Looks like I made you cream before you ever even pulled me back here,” you nod your head, letting him think he was the reason for your ruined panties. It was easier for yourself to admit that.

Jack terrified you. Made you realize that you fell so hard, fast, and easy with him. And you weren’t sure you could ever give yourself to someone like that again. “Good luck with the music, Mickey.”

“Yeah, if ever you’re needing a quick lay, I’m here. I know it’s not serious.”

“You just caught me at a bad time in my life.”

“Even divorced mother’s need sex,” you give him an odd look, and his head flicks towards your hand, “There’s a tanline on your finger. Mothers are usually pretty guarded. You protect yourself to protect your child. It’s not that deep,” he grunts, pulling the soiled condom off, and stuffs his dick back in his pants. “I hope you find your happiness. Everyone deserves that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, giving him a kiss to the cheek. You walk out, and TJ pouts on the opposite wall, holding his hands out to give you a big hug, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Not like that, right? Like you got a good fill? I don’t think I could get it hard for you,” you pinch his butt. Keeping your head leaned over on his shoulder as the two of you walk out. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he hands over your phone, and gives you a big smile. “What?”

“Who’s Frank?”

“Shut up.”

“Who is Frank? I clicked out of that picture so fast. I didn’t see anything, but a hairy chest, and those deep v’s on hips. You two sending nudes? Is he your next victim?”

“No!” You shout, slamming yourself into the backseat of the Uber. “No, Frank is different.”

“But you’re sending pictures?”

“That just started,” TJ gives you an almost sad smile, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Wrapping both your arms around his one. “I don’t want to rush into things with Frank. He’s never been married. He’s a professor. He wants kids. Knows that I have a kid. And he scares me.”

“Why?” He leans over giving you a quick kiss to your head. Your eyes blink close as a single tear falls down your face.

“Because, these other ones I’m talking to, I’m not really connecting with them, you know? I’m talking to them, setting up dates, knowing it won’t be much. Frank I talk to. Frank I like. Frank I don’t want just sex with. But…what if he’s not Jack?”

“You won’t know, until you know.”

“You think I should make it work with Jack?”

“Make it work? No. That forcing bullshit never worked in the past. I think you should let things progress with Jack the way they are. Integrate him more with Finn. Have your family dinner nights. Don’t deny what’s happening with Frank or whoever else. But let things grow organically with Jack. He’s a good dad. He’s a great guy. He wasn’t the best husband. I love Jack. But he had his flaws, just like you should have been honest with him about what you knew and what you wanted from him. You shouldn’t have asked for a baby to save your relationship. There’s not a perfect timeline for you and Jack. Grow in the way that your fast asses didn’t allow in the beginning. Two months. Pregnant. Three months. Married. You guys didn’t know how to take things slow. Take it slow now.”

“You’re right,” TJ usually was. “It feels…comforting having Jack be with me and Finn.”

“That’s his dad.”

“Yeah.”

“But you still want him as your partner?” You nod your head, ready to cry on his chest. “It’s okay to want it, and to be scared of it, and want to explore other options. Don’t feel guilty about needing to make sure that Jack is who you want.”

“What if he doesn’t want to wait on me to decide?”

“Then,” he says, opening his door. “He really isn't who you were supposed to be with. For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Jack is set on making things work. But unless you're willing to forgive everything that happened in the past. Push it back and let it go, don’t go there, okay? Now Oreos and milk?”

“Please,” you pout as he drags you in the house. Stopping in the kitchen, while you strip out of your clothes on the way to the bedroom. Tossing aside your heels, and you grab one of Jack’s shirts and some clean panties. Jumping in the bed, and TJ appears with a pack of Double Stuf Oreos and a glass of milk to share. Stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t make a comment about the shirt that you’re wearing. Never says anything about how it smells like Jack’s smoky cologne. He is just there for you. Letting you cling tight to him when you’ve had your fill of cookies. TJ was such a good friend, he didn’t make a comment about the tears you were spilling on his chest, and trying not to make a sound. He knew you were hurting and conflicted. So he was just there.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 11 months ago

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Morning Fun » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Boyfriend!Mickey Henry x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Mickey decides that he wants to have some morning fun before Y/N goes to work.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You woke up to the feeling of Mickey kissing along your bare shoulders. You hummed at the feeling and turned over onto your back so you were facing him.

“You were incredible last night.” Mickey moves his lips to your collarbones. “The way you rode me drove me insane.” He says against your skin.

One of Mickey’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding your clit causing you to gasp and buck your hips when you felt his fingers.

“I especially loved it when you called me daddy.” He says, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts.

His fingers began to rub circles on your clit causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. His middle finger slid in between your wet folds, finding its way to your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. It’s like you want to have fun this morning.” Mickey says, sliding a finger inside of you.

Mickey isn’t wrong. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you right now.

“I want it! Please!” You moaned.

Mickey chuckled at your neediness and disappeared underneath the sheet. He placed kisses on your hip bones and on your inner thighs. He continued to move his finger in and out of you while he latched his lips on your clit.

“Still taste as sweet as you did last night.” Mickey moans against your clit, sending vibrations against your clit.

Your hands flew down to his head, grabbing onto his hair and tugged at it. His ring finger slid inside of you next to his middle finger, catching you off guard. He moved them faster. The tip of his tongue licked in between your folds causing you to arch your back off the bed.

“Mickey!” You moaned.

You yelped when you felt a smack on the side of your thigh.

“Say the right name.” He says.

“Daddy!” You whimpered.

“That’s more like it, baby.” He says.

Mickey’s tongue moved against your clit just the way you love it. You threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back off the bed.

“Oh my god! Yes daddy! Don’t stop!” You moaned loudly.

The movements of Mickey’s fingers and tongue got faster. You felt your orgasm building up to the point where you were right on the edge.

“I-I’m gonna— oh fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Give it to me, baby.” Mickey says.

With a loud moan leaving your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard. You laid there panting when Mickey came back above the sheet, his face wet with your juices. He leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You taste amazing as always, baby.” He rasps against your lips.

Your hand blindly found his cock and wrapped your hand around it, moving your hand up and down causing Mickey to groan against your lips. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him innocently. Mickey wrapped his hand around yours on his cock, helping you line himself up at your entrance. His tip slid past your tight entrance causing you to let out an audible gasp.

“Fuck!” Mickey moans. “Fucked you last night and you’re still tight like a fucking virgin.” He says.

He stretched your pussy as he slid more of his cock inside of you. Once his cock was fully inside of you, Mickey hovered over you, caging you in with his strong arms. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in one motion causing you to let out a scream of pleasure. You threw your head back, giving Mickey access to your neck. He leaned his head down, kissing along the column of your neck. His hands held on to your hips to keep a steady rhythm of his thrusts. Mickey watched as one of your hands slid down your body, stopping on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock making him moan.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Mickey asks, referring to the way you’re rubbing your clit.

“Mhmm yes! So good, daddy!” You moaned, increasing your rubbing pace.

Mickey leaned his head down towards your chest, kissing along your breasts. His teeth grazing your skin, biting down hard enough to create a hickey. He moved his lips closer and closer to one of your nipples, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the small bud. You gasped when you felt his teeth lightly nipping on your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. You arched your back, giving him more of your breasts. He moved his lips to the other one and repeated his actions as he did to the opposite side.

“Oh god! Fuck yes, daddy!” You moaned, your eyes fluttered shut.

“Nah uh.” He lightly taps the side of your head. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me.” He tells you.

You opened your eyes and struggled to keep them open from all of the pleasure Mickey was giving you. The tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck yes! Right there, daddy!” You moaned.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to thrust faster. His tip continued to hit that same spot causing your second orgasm to build up.

“Daddy, I’m—” A loud moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Mickey says in your ear in almost a whisper.

The faster you rubbed your clit moved you towards the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you. A loud moan of his name leaves your lips as you soaked his cock. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm began to build up. You ran your hands across his abs as he flexed them. Mickey lowered his head against your shoulder.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He moans.

He came inside of you after a few more thrusts, your name leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a slow stop as he collapsed on top of you, trying his best to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush you. You two looked into each other’s eyes while panting. Mickey placed his lips on yours, giving you a much needed morning kiss.

“That was fucking amazing.” Mickey says against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.

After a moment, Mickey pulled his cock out of your cunt making you whine at the empty feeling. He laid down next to you and you two stared up at the ceiling in silence.

“Round 2 in the shower?” Mickey suggests, turning his head to the side to look at you.

“You read my mind, daddy.” You say.

A squeal left your lips when Mickey picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey didn’t waste the morning away.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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honeybunchesofbucky · 3 years ago

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Patience Babygirl

Kinktober day 4

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Kink: Cockwarming and Begging

Warnings: cockwarming, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie,

Summary: Mickey has spent most of the day working in his office, and you’ve been without him long enough.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI! BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CONFIRMING YOUR AGE! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION!

The day was winding to an end, the beautiful Grecian sunset lighting the sky ablaze in a fiery sea of orange and yellow. It was one of your favorite parts of living there, besides the man you met one night at a bar, Mickey. You had been together for almost a year now, and the two of you shared an apartment overlooking the city with a view that always captured the best view of the sunset. Mickey made sure of that.

It was a Saturday, your favorite. It meant both of you had the day off and you usually went shopping in the morning and spent the day in bed. However, Mickey had a big project making a track for a commercial, and he’d been working non-stop all day long. You were patient, quiet, cleaning around the apartment and painting your nails. But the day was almost done, and you missed him.

You walked to his small office and peeked your head into the doorway, biting your lip. You didn’t want to disturb him. He had an adorable concentrated face, the tip of his tongue between his lips as he tapped his foot. But he felt you staring, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, gorgeous?” He asked without turning to you.

You smiled and leaned against the frame, fiddling your freshly manicured hands together. “You’ve been at it all day, handsome. You almost done?”

He let out a soft sigh and rubbed his strained eyes, sliding his headphones off. He looked at the clock and guilt filled his chest as he turned to look at you. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Fuckin’ project has been working me so hard.” His eyes raked over your body, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. You had slipped on a lacy satin nightgown after showering, the one that came mid-thigh and hugged your breasts perfectly. “C’mere, you.” He held his arms out with grabby hands.

Your bare feet padded across the artesian rug in the room and you cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly as you straddled him on his office chair. He grabbed your thighs and helped you onto his lap, the soft material of his tan khaki pants brushing against your bare legs. He pulled back and brushed the hair from your face, his sapphire irises flicking between yours. “You look beautiful.” He slid his hand down your side and kissed your jaw. “I love when you wear this.”

“I know you do, babe.” You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fluffy hair, grinding against him. “Come to bed, I need you.” Your tone shifted lower, want burning in your core.

He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed your hips, shutting his eyes. “I gotta finish this, baby.” He slid his warm hands up your thighs, under your nightgown. “Are you not wearing panties?”

You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I had to do something while you were away… the bed was so cold and empty.” You nipped at his earlobe. “Laid on the bed, your side. Took matters into my own hands.”

He felt his pants tighten and his mouth dry. He slid his hand up your inner thigh, his fingertips brushing through your folds. He groaned when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck. You’re killing me here, sweets.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his other hand and tilted your head back, his lips ghosting over your throat. “You wanna keep me company while I finish this? As soon as I’m done I’ll fuck you into next week.” He coated his middle finger in your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“Fuck, Mickey.” You sighed, pushing your hips towards his hand. “Anything, please. Just need you close.”

“I got you, babygirl.” He unbuckled his belt, his lips attaching to the nape of your neck. “So fuckin’ needy, honey. You miss me that much?”

“So much, Mickey.” You glanced down at his hardened cock in his hand as he stroked himself. You felt yourself whine at the sight.

“Oh honey, didn’t know I had you so addicted to my cock.” He slid his tip through your folds, purposefully bumping your throbbing clit. “Tell me more about what you did on my side of the bed. Did you fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers? Or did you use that little vibe you keep in your panty drawer?” He slid just the tip inside, teasing you.

“I used the vibrator…” You rested your forehead on his, practically crying with want. “Please, Mickey.”

“Love hearing you beg, honey. Come on, keep going and I’ll let you warm my cock for a while.” He was such an asshole when it came to teasing. He could be so cocky.

“Please, Mickey. Please, I need you. Nothing feels as good as you do.” You were dripping onto his cock, your breaths short and jagged.

“So worked up. Did that little vibrator not do enough, baby girl? Did you cum?” He slipped the straps of the nightgown off your shoulders and let it pool around your waist, latching his mouth around your nipple.

“No. Please, Mick, give me more!” You gasped when his teeth grazed over the skin around your nipple.

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” He grabbed your hip and slowly lowered you onto his cock, stretching your fluttering walls. “Oh fuck, baby. Pussy’s so wet and open for me, taking me all right away? You really did need me, huh?” He slid his hand up your back, his cool rings sending a chill through your spine. He smirked when you let out a breathy moan. “Atta’ girl.” He kissed you softly.

You knew he wasn’t done making you beg, and the ache came back when his finger found your clit again, rubbing agonizingly slow circles on it. “Let me finish this, okay?” He pulled back to see the wanton look in your eyes and smirked, turning back to his laptop as his hand moved to rest on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“You fucking tease.” You let out a breath, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he worked on his project.

“Oh I know, honey. Just love seeing you all worked up, needy for my cock.” He gripped your hip when you tried to grind down, holding you still. “Don’t. Not until I’m done.”

It felt like hours, when in reality it was only about ten minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore. You clenched around him and started to kiss his neck. “Can’t wait anymore, Mickey. Please.”

He groaned when you squeezed him, his cock twitching inside you, his grip tightening on your hip. “Baby girl,” He warned. “Patience. I’m almost done.”

You sighed dramatically, biting his neck gently which made him shut his eyes for a minute, he loved when you did that. He cleared his throat and started to finish his project, he was so close to giving in and fucking you into the carpet.

Just as he was about to send the completed file to his boss, you ran your hand through his hair again, lightly scraping the base of his neck with your nails. That was it, that was the breaking point. “Fuck it.” He slammed his laptop shut and crashed his lips onto yours.

You smirked against his mouth in satisfaction, rocking your hips to finally get some friction. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to grab your hips and help you ride him, his cock deep inside you. You were desperate, fucking yourself down onto him as fast as you could, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He nearly growled, pulling back and in one swift motion and picking you up and kicking his pants off, all while staying inside you. He laid you down on the rug next to his desk, laying between your legs and thrusting into you at a fast pace, the force making your tits bounce. The sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your pussy filled the room, his heavy breaths fanning across your neck. “Fuck, taking me so well baby girl.”

You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss as your heels dug into his tailbone. It was desperate, hungry, and passionate. His hand roamed over your body, kneading your breasts and traveling down to your clit.

“Fuck, Mickey!” You moaned loudly as his fingers toyed with your clit, feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, panting and grunting as he gave you everything he had, pounding into you at a furious pace. “Gushing all over my fucking cock, honey.” He glanced down to where you two were connected and let out a guttural moan. “Stupid project, kept me away from this pussy all day.”

“Felt so empty without you,” You rasped. He grabbed your thigh and held it against his waist, the rug sliding from the force of his thrusts. You were for sure getting carpet burn on your back.

“You gonna cum for me, gorgeous? Should I give you what you needed all day?” His teeth grazed over your throat, his tip brushing against your cervix as he snapped his hips. You could feel his thigh muscles flexing, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Please, Mickey! Let me cum!” You groaned, arching your back when his cock hit a sensitive spot inside you, pushing you over the edge.

“Alright, honey. Give it to me, cum all over my fucking cock. Let me feel you.” His hot breath fanned across the shell of your ear between pants.

Your screams filled the room as you writhed under him, grabbing the material of his damp shirt, cumming around him. Your toes curled into the material of the rug, your thighs shaking from the intense orgasm.

He grunted, “Atta’ girl, fuck. So pretty when you fall apart.” He kissed your jaw, his hips stuttering as he chased his release. He let out loud moans between your name, his hand grabbing your hip as he came inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. “Fuck, fuck!” He let out a breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m interrupting your work more often.” You chuckled breathlessly, running your fingers through his hair.

A laugh rumbled through his chest as he lifted his head, gazing into your eyes, admiring your dazed, fucked out expression. “I like that idea.” He kissed you softly, brushing his hand over the outside of your shaking thigh. “I love you.”

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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Flaws

Written for @honeysucklesteve’s 4k writing challenge! If you haven’t, go check her out because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Mickey Henry x fem!Reader

Summary: You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it?

Word Count: 3822

Warnings: Cursing, hate sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight edging, there’s a mirror involved, drugs, alcohol, clubbing, smoking, one mention of lung cancer, mentions of Monday’s plot, so slight spoilers; (I hope I’m not forgetting anything. These kinds of warnings are new to me. If I am, feel free to tell me.)

18+ PLEASE!!! MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, but here you go! I’m so nervous about posting this. Honestly. I feel like I kinda rushed it a little? I dunno if it’s good. Uhm, I will say that Mickey is not soft in this. You know how he’s all cute and flirty in the movie? Yeah. Not here. I have plans to write for him later on where he’s more on character and adorable and all that, but it’s enemies to lovers and he hates reader and reader hates him. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

This is a few firsts for me; first published smut, first Mickey Henry fic, and first enemies-to-lovers ever! I’m attached to friends-to-lovers (my parents’ fault), so going in the opposite direction is exciting and I hope it works out! (We’ll see what it can become after it’s been written.)

Also! Yes, I’m adding the link to the inspiration of the remix here. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I imagine more bass, but that’s basically it.

As always, all mistakes are mine and please excuse them as it’s not beta’d! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Part Two - Addictions

My Masterlist

*****

Between the tumultuous, voice losing cheers and the pounding, headache inducing bass, it’s a miracle the occupants of the building can hear anything at all. The large room is doused in bright pinks, purples and blues, glitter getting into every pore and crack, the smell of cigarette smoke and booze lingering in the air.

Bodies pressed together uncomfortably tight, breath and sweat mixing in a way that can’t be enjoyable, but no one notices because they’re all too high and drunk. There’s a couple swallowing each other in every dark corner of the room. A group of guys looking to get some are laughing rather obnoxiously at the bar, having consumed far too much alcohol to be safe.

Bouncers are escorting people out left and right; a streaker who decided to get on a table and dance, a couple who took it a bit too far over the bar counter, a group of girls who were no doubt too young to be in such an environment. Boisterous, chaotic, borderline dangerous.

There’s no place he’d rather be on a Friday night.

Up on the center stage, playing around with his tracks, messing with the turntables, pulse connecting to the music, head bobbing with the beat. He’s in control.

Every party. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. Every weekend.

He’s in control.

It’s what he liked so much about doing what he does. Once he’s booked, he’s booked. It’s his night. He controls the sounds people hear. He controls what they dance to. How they dance. The pace of the night. The feeling of the night. And no one can take it away from him.

No one, that is, except you.

He hears you before he sees you, which is nearly impossible considering how loud the music is, but you somehow manage to take control of the room the moment you walk in it. You always get what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. And if you aren’t given it, you take what you want without regard for other people.

It really really pisses him off.

You’re laughing with a group of your friends, guys and girls’ heads swiveling to stare at you, captivating every heart in the room as per usual. You always show up with the same group, but he doesn’t even know any of their names even though you run in the same circles. It’s not like you end up hanging out with them for long, and you never leave with them. No, no. You always leave with him.

And that pissed him off too.

He can’t help it. He has absolutely no control over himself when it comes to you. And he hates you for it. He hates that he lets you take over with only a few snarky comments in his defense. He hates that you always get into his head. And he hates that you’re the best fuck he’d ever had and he can never get enough of you.

But most of all…he hates your music.

“Hey, hey! There he is!” You send him that infuriating smile of yours, a drink in your hand. It’s a flaw of yours. One of many, but probably the biggest. Alcohol. Like him and his cigarettes. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you effortlessly move through the crowd, your girls and guys seeming to vanish into the mob with every step you take.

You end up in front of the stage, leaning on it and giving him a smirk as you sip on your beverage choice of the night. It’s always something different. The only common factor is the alcohol you crave, letting it wash over your tongue, burn down your throat and slip into your veins.

“Heya, Mouse!”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts with a growl over the music, pulling his headphones down around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got called this morning! Said there was a gig tonight!”

He shakes his head, gesturing to the set up. “You’re a bit too late there, sunshine! Gig’s booked!”

You shake your head back at him. “I’m taking over from here, Mouse!”

“Says who?!”

“Argyris!”

His jaw clenches, his forehead creasing, a skeptical scoff leaving his lips. “Fuck you! No he didn’t! He said this one’s mine!”

You just give a shrug, no cares in the world, downing the rest of your drink. “You can fuck me later! For now, if you wanna whine about it, Daddy’s over there!”

Another growl leaves his chest as he scowls at you, eyes darting to where you’re pointing. Argyris is by the bar, of course, swaying on the seat. Barking out a laugh, he looks at you with a shake of his head. “He’s so drunk he probably shit himself again! You can’t take his word for it!”

“I can when he called me this morning, sober as he can get!” You shoot back, hopping up to stand besides him. “Besides! Someone’s gotta make sure these people have an actual good time!”

“Don’t touch anything until I get back!” He snaps, pointing warningly at you as he starts to walk towards Argyris.

You smile innocently, even though he knows you’re anything but. “Yes, sir!”

He marches over to his asshole friend and grabs him by the shirt, turning him around. “Mickey! Havin’ a good time?!”

Mickey glares, feeling his blood boil and his ears heat up, not from the proximity of strangers around him. “What the fuck?! You told sunshine over there that she could have my gig?!”

“I thought you’d wanna break! Dance and relax for a little bit! It’s only a two hour slot I gave her!”

“You should’ve fucking asked, Argyris! I don’t want her anywhere near my-” His sentence is cut off by a change in the music and he whips over to the stage where you’re grinning and jumping with the crowd. You catch his eye and throw him a wink, holding one of the headphone cups over your ear. “ Oh for the love of - she’s messing with my stuff!”

“I thought you liked her!”

Spluttering, Mickey gapes at the other man in disbelief. “Like her? I can’t stand her! She’s so fucking annoying!”

“What’s so annoying about her?!”

Mickey snatches the drink Argyris was about to gulp down and slams it on the counter. “She’s a spoiled fucking brat! Everyone lets her do whatever she wants! She steals half my fucking gigs! And her music is shit! Listen to this!”

Argyris looks around the room and shrugs. “Everyone else seems to like it! Sure it’s different than your disco-”

“It’s not disco!”

“But it’s a crowd pleaser! Just relax! Have a drink and go dance!”

“Argyris!” Wanting to scream in frustration, he watches the man stumble off to get another drink down the bar. “Dammit! This is fucking shit.” Grumbling to himself, Mickey storms back over to the stage, easily pulling himself up.

You bite your lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “So?! How’d your date with Argyris go?!”

“I hate you so fucking much! Use your own fucking headphones!” He snatches the pair from your neck, pulling the cord out. “Why do you always have to steal my gigs?!”

You shrug, leaning forwards to brush your lips against his ear. “Yours are so much fun.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyebrows furrowing. This always happens. Every time. The moment he feels in control, you do something and he feels every ounce of himself slipping away. It’s the reason he fucks you. To take back that control he so easily gives to you. To make sure you understand that on the weekends, he’s in charge.

But not tonight. No, no. Not tonight. He refuses to get caught up in that game tonight. You wouldn’t end up in an alley or some bathroom with him. He wouldn’t end up on your couch or in his kitchen with you. He refuses to let it happen. Again.

Instead, he lets out a chuckle and nods. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever sunshine.” He takes a step back, giving you a smirk as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You have fun playing your shitty music!”

“Have fun moping!” You call back, turning to the table and ignoring him completely as he groans and jumps off the stage.

Good God. You’re infuriating.

But so is he.

You hate Mickey Henry. You just do. You hate that he has zero responsibilities and gets away with it. You hate that he can charm his way out of any situation. You hate how immature he is and how no one ever forces him to grow up. And you hate how easily you let him take charge when he’s with you. After a life full of people making choices for you, you crave control, but with him? The moment he tells you to get on your knees, you fall, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

But most of all…you hate his music.

You take his gigs to save people from listening to it, but also so he knows he can’t talk every situation into his favor. That Argyris can’t always take care of his job for him. He never checks up on gigs once Argyris tells him he has them. So it’s really his fault for not taking some responsibility.

Watching from the stage as your music flows through you, vibrating your bones and sinking into your skin, you’re not surprised to see him get out a cigarette as he heads to a mutual acquaintance of yours. He has many flaws, but that’s a major one. Like you and your alcohol. Him and his cigarettes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you learn a couple months from now that he has lung cancer.

Mickey is talking low to the guy and you already know what’s going on. That was a flaw you both shared. Drugs. He is much more intense than you though. While you’d be fine with some pot, he almost always hits hard with cocaine. Not that you’re innocent from that type yourself - you’d done it multiple times with the man himself if you ended up at each other’s place. Never in the bedroom. You never made it that far, and you don’t really care to. But after those times bent over the table, being pounded into the couch, hanging against the wall, you’d get high with him before one of you takes off.

You’re not exactly sure what happened earlier. You were a bit shocked when he stepped away. Not that you usually left so early, but he didn’t even stay to bicker some more.

Not that you care. You’re just…curious. Maybe he’s finally growing tired of the game you’ve been playing. You’ve been playing it for a few years now. With that weird little pause last year.

You actually thought he had changed.

Having run into him at a party, you prepared yourself for the arguing that no doubt would end in sex. But it didn’t. It didn’t even start. He was with someone. Like, steady with someone. As in dating someone. Living with her. To the point where his baby mama actually agreed to let him keep his boy in their apartment as long as they were together.

It was a weird six months. You two actually had real conversations. You knew how soft and goofy he could get; you had loads of mutual friends and often went to the same parties so you’d seen that side of him. It was just…odd because it never came out with you. But it did then. And you…liked it. You didn’t see him as often, especially once his kid was cleared to live with them. He stopped going out on weekends, started just attending the small shindigs your friends hosted, worked from home instead of DJing.

But then his girl - what was her name? Claire? Caitie? You can’t remember - left for a job in the States just a few months ago and he was back to square one. His baby mama took back the custody privileges, he went back to partying every weekend, and you fell right back into your petty bickering and rough fucking.

You feel bad. Really, you do. You heard that he’d actually loved that chick. And you know he wanted to see his kid more. You knew about the room at his place. But that almost made you hate him more. That he went right back to his old self. He didn’t even try. He got a taste of being a responsible adult, and then let it go.

Because no matter how hard people try, flaws are flaws. And no one can change that much.

As the night goes on, more booze enters your system, while more cocaine enters his. There’s the occasional glare or immature finger raising between you two. Mickey even sticks his tongue out at you while dancing with some broad, a smirk lifting up the corners of his mouth as yours twist down and your eyes roll.

Your features quickly morph into smug amusement as an idea pops into your head and his eyes narrow. What are you up to? He quickly finds out as you stop the music and bring a microphone to your lips.

“Hey, hey, party people! Everyone’s night going fantastic?!” Cheers are your response. Mickey scowls, not liking where this is going, and starts heading your way. You wink at him. “I’m gonna change it up for just this one song! It’s a dedication song to a good friend of mine! It’s a bit different than the usual stuff, but it’s a bop, I promise! Here’s to the Mouse!”

He immediately freezes as the song starts. “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” He feels his face heat up, his fists balling up at his sides, glaring at you and your shit eating grin as you roll your body to the beat, his feet taking him to the stage.

Effortlessly lifting himself onto it once more, he grabs both your wrists in one of his larger ones to stop the music without you interfering, his rings digging into your skin. “Aww! But, Mouse! We didn’t even get to the roll call!”

“Shut. Up.” He grits out through clenched teeth, putting something else on absentmindedly. He didn’t want Argyris on his ass later for leaving the crowd without music. “God. Stop being a fucking pain in my fucking ass for one fucking minute.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s pulling you away before you can reply. Next thing you know he’s shoving you into the bathroom, growling at the girls that were smoking up the place to get out.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, princess?” He hisses in your ear, slamming you against the door once the girls left. He’s so tired of giving in to you, but he can’t help it, crashing his lips against yours messily. Teeth and tongue, the taste of smoke and the fruity drink you had chosen for the night mixing, only making him press closer. Your hands get pinned above your head and he’s pulling your skirt up, bunching it at your waist. It’s rough and careless and fueled by loathing, but when is it not? “Think you’re so funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” You breath, smirking as he slots a thigh between your legs, squeezing your hips and pressing you down against him, flexing the muscle and making you squirm.

His teeth are biting at your bottom lip and tugging, his hands dragging your clothed core along his thigh. “Let’s see how funny you think you are when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe.”

Your breath hitches and your hands previously above your head clutch onto his shirt at the friction against your clit. It’s not enough and he knows, but you don’t tell him. “All this over a silly song?” You jest.

He sneers back at you, ignoring your tease. “Did you get jealous, sunshine? Is that what happened? Is that why you decided to be a little shit?”

“Jealous?” You scoff as he attacks your neck, your hands quickly undoing his belt before he shoves his pants down, his briefs following along with your panties. “Jealous of you, maybe. That girl was hot. Way outta your lea - oh shit.”

You always forget how deep he reaches inside you, how much the stretch is. He’s not soft about it, entering you in one swift thrust, your hips connecting. His hands are dimpling your bare thighs, hefting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, rings on his fingers no doubt making imprints. The door against your back starts rattling with every movement, but the music outside was too loud for anyone to hear it.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” He snaps in time with his hips. He can feel you tightening around him, your fingers dragging down his chest, trying desperately to pull his shirt off.

“C’mon, Mouse. That's all you got?” You pant out, a little whine leaving your lips when he leaves you suddenly, dropping you to your feet. “Mickey! What-”

He cuts you off by pushing you against the counter, a shout leaving your lip when he takes you from behind, making you surge forwards, your head almost hitting the mirror, pelvis hitting your ass with every piston of his hips. His hand is tangled in your hair and he tugs, making your head snap up. “Look at you. So fucked out. I did that. I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had and we both know it.” He isn’t wrong. Your makeup’s a mess, your hair is wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re the one who keeps fucking me.” You argue back, your spine arching as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Over and over and over.

He growls, leaning forwards to fold over you, his lips by your ear. “And who keep being a fucking brat? Huh? Who keeps coming to my gigs, fucking up my weekend? Practically begging me to fuck you.”

You scowl at him in the mirror. “I don’t beg.”

The chuckle that leaves his lips makes you shiver and you whimper when he tugs your hair harder, the sting of your scalp mixing with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“You will. You may get everything you want from everyone else, princess, but I’m in charge here. Don’t. You. Forget.” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, making you lurch forwards, your thighs pressing harshly against the counter.

“Oh God…Mickey,” that familiar tightness in your stomach appears, your eye clenching shut as your toes curl. “I’m so close…”

“Open your goddamn eyes. Look who’s doing this to you. Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?”

Your eyes snap open and meet his again, his breaths fanning across your face, rapidly becoming less steady. “You.”

“That’s right. You wanna cum, sunshine?” You nod vigorously. He takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs as he stills his hips, keeping himself inside you. “Then beg.”

And, just like the many times before, you do. You do because you don’t actually care about begging. You care about him ruining you. That’s what you want. And you always get what you want. Fuck your dignity.

He starts up slowly again as you plead, stopping a couple more times when you feel yourself getting close. “Mickey! Please, for the love of God!” He’s never edged you this much. Not this intensely. And not in the bathroom at a club. Usually it’s just a quickie before you take him home or vice versa.

But you pissed him off tonight. More so than usual. It was a good night and then you came along. Took his job. Played that dumb song. So he needs to remind you. Put you in your place. “You may be spoiled by everyone else, princess, but I’m the only one who can give you what you really want.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grind out through your clenched teeth.

He just smirks. “That wasn’t a denial. Let go, Y/N. Make a mess of my cock. Watch yourself fall apart for me.”

You do as he says, watching your jaw go slack in a silent scream, your body tensing, your legs shaking, as he finally lets you have what you want. Body going slack against the counter, he keeps rutting into you until he groans, a string of profanities leaving his lips as he spills inside you.

The both of you stay there, with him folded on top of you, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck, his grip on your hair loosening.

“That was fun. A little different.” You hum as he gets up. He’s glaring at you as you straighten and fix yourself. “Good orgasm though, so thanks for that. But I gotta get back to work now.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He mutters, tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.

“Kinky. Maybe next time.” You wink at him through the mirror and his jaw ticks. He’s so fucking tired of it. Of you. How you let him have that one bit of control and then your right back to controlling the room once you get what you want. There’s so many nights where he wonders if he should just stop giving it to you. But then he’s inside you and he can’t help himself.

He watches you touch yourself up, although you still look thoroughly fucked, but you don’t seem to mind. This is new. You going back to the gig you stole after sex. He wonders if that was the last time for tonight, or if you’d be leaving together later too.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits out as you open the door, wanting to get the last word in.

You just smirk the same way he did to you earlier. “Yeah…but you love fucking me. Later, Mouse.”

Just like always, you’re the last comment as you walk out nonchalantly, even though he could see the slight wobble in your steps, the door shutting behind you, leaving him alone.

You hate Mickey Henry. You loathe him. You wish you never met him. But you can’t get enough. No matter how many times you convince yourself you have him where you want him, you know you don’t. You’d let him do anything to you. But you can’t stop. Like him and his cigarettes. He’s your flaw. And no matter how bad he is for you, you’re addicted.

Mickey Henry hates you. He loathes you. He wishes he never met you. But he can’t get enough. No matter how many times he convinces himself he’s in control, he knows he’s not. He always gives you what you want at the end of the day. But he can’t stop. Like you and your alcohol. You’re his flaw. And no matter how bad it is for him, he’s addicted.

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Making It Up To You

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning(s): implied smut*, angst if you squint, fluff, a slightly steamy ending

*please take this warning with caution!

For the first time, we are dipping our toes into writing Mickey Henry!! I’m so so pumped for this one because I fell for Mickey HARD!! This ones a little bday love for the wonderful @karollbey !!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS BBY THIS ONES FOR YOU!!

Summary: After catching up with your friends, Mickey finds a way to surprise you for your birthday to make up for his irresponsible behavior this past month.

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“Thank you, guys. You guys come at the best times possible,” you say gratefully, grabbing your purse before you open the car’s door.

“It’s not a problem, girl! You deserve birthday love!” Your friend exclaims before a smirk grows on her face. “While we’re here in Greece, when are you gonna finally let us meet that boyfriend of yours, huh?”

“That’s right! You keep talking about him!” Your other friend chimes in. Seeing their excited faces, you give them a small smile.

“Maybe when I hear about another block party or something I’ll let you guys meet him.” You respond to them. Opting not to push the subject further, the three of you exchange goodbyes before the two drive off, causing you to remember just what you’re dealing with now. Sighing, you slowly make your way through the door of the building and up the stairs, reaching in your bag to grab the keys for your’s and Mickey’s shared place.

It has been rough for you the past two months, especially since you have been working overtime in order to meet the rent. You had felt bad enough knowing that Argyris had been generous to let Mickey and now you have the place, and even more so because there was trouble making it every month. One big problem was that Mickey was slacking.

Yes, the DJ was charismatic, passionate, and very well happy with his job, but nonetheless, he was having difficulty meeting his half of the rent. As you trudged up the stairs, you replayed the conversation from last night.

“This is embarrassing, Mickey! Embarrassing! I literally had to tell Argyris that I can’t even pay the rent till next Friday!” You sigh, putting your phone away as your eyes locked with his.

“Honey, it’s gonna be alright, Argyris understands, he knows we’re trying you know. He knows us.” He tries, trying his best to calm down your already worked up self.

“Yeah, he knows us, but that makes things worse! I don’t want us to come off as irresponsible!”

“No one’s saying you are, sweetheart, you’ve been trying your best-”

“Okay, I know I’m doing my part, but are YOU, Mickey?”

Mickey gulps, a nervous yet charming smile forming as he reaches to hold your face in his palms. “I promise, baby, I’ll do my share this time around I prom-”

“Mickey, all you do is promise and then break it! It’s getting tiring that I’m trying to juggle these two jobs to make ends meet!” You argue, voice raising as the frustration does nothing but grow. Mickey gently hushes you as you let out frustrated tears, ringed hands leaving your face to embrace you. “I’m gonna find a way to make it up to ya I’m sorry. I’m sorry you feel overworked. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”

You purposely woke up earlier than usual to go about your day, thankful that talking with your friends had helped you simmer down a bit, especially on your special day. You were now in front of your door, nervous about whether or not there’d be tension between you and Mickey like last night. Well, here goes, you think, unlocking the door and going in. “Mickey?” You call out, quick to notice that the place was dim with nothing but the orange and yellow hues that were coming from the incoming sunset. It was quiet. Too quiet. Your eyes darted around the living room area, then in Hector’s unused room.

“Mickey, you home?” You try to call out once again, tiptoeing cautiously to your shared bedroom, no one. There was one more room to go. You cautiously walked to Mickey’s music room, carefully opening the door to see nothing but black.

“So dark in here,” you mutter to yourself, stretching your arm in the dark to find the light switch. You flipped the switch on, jumping in surprise when you see your boyfriend sitting on the bench in front of his keyboard. His party hat was cutely tilted to the side while he pulled the string of the small confetti popper, making a popping noise as the bunch of colorful confetti bursted into the air. “Happy Birthday!” He yelled to you excitedly, hands up in the air before they landed onto the keys of his keyboard. You could barely process what was happening, still in shock at the sight that you were met with just now. You didn’t realize that you had tears running down your cheeks as your boyfriend sang happy birthday to you in accompaniment with the chords that he was playing. You shook your head in denial, refusing to accept that your boyfriend was indeed singing happy birthday for you. You let out a gasp when you saw him pick up a cupcake with a candle from the desk next to his keyboard, using his lighter to light up the candle before carefully walking to you. You could only sniff, your smile not being able to be contained as your eyes met his.

“Make a wish, sweetheart.” He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. So you did, closing your eyes with your hands folded, with your wish in mind, you pucker your lips and blow the sparkling candle with a puff of air. You open your eyes smiling wider than before as you feel Mickey’s lips press gently onto yours.

“You’re so crazy, got me crying over here,” you mutter teasingly, giggling as he wipes your tears away with his free thumb.

“Ah, couldn’t help but surprise you on your special day. Made you dinner tonight.” He chuckles, pulling away when you gasp in surprise, eyes widened and eyebrows raised.

“You didn’t!”

“Did to! For once,” he replies, laughing at the last part alongside you. “I made us spaghetti. I know how much you love pasta, so I thought it'd be something I can do to make it up to you .”

You squeal, pecking his lips excitedly before you hold his free hand, not hesitating to walk out of the mini studio to the kitchen. “Oh, you’re already succeeding, come on I’m hungry!” You exclaim.

Mickey had charmed you through the night to say the least. From a wonderful conversation at dinner, to a little karaoke session in the studio, he had done nothing but make it easier for you to forgive him from last night’s conversation. It even felt as if the conversation had not happened at all. Everything he did for you only topped the last act of kindness of his. This next act was definitely something you didn’t expect.

“Why don’t we take a drive to the beach? It’s gonna be sunset for sure.” He asks you, arms wrapped around your waist protectively as he had pulled away from a slow and passionate kiss you two shared. You could only raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Mickey couldn’t help but laugh and adore the way your eyes lit up at his suggestion, knowing how much the sea has become your favorite sight to see ever since moving to Greece.

“Oh, I’d love nothing more.”

In true Mickey fashion, he passed you your helmet (he was proud to have made that one), made sure you were secured behind him, and took off in his motor scooter. He knew better than to try talking to you during this drive. You were more than happy to know that he knew you that well, for you always enjoyed looking out at the horizon, admiring Greece in all its beauty as he zoomed through the roads and the cars. He had also let you enjoy the feel of the sea at your feet, holding your hand as you had kicked the water with joy. He loved watching you be this carefree, he loved being the reason that you were feeling this way. He didn’t like watching your face get worn out nearly 24/7 because of him. He felt a sense of guilt watching you always hold back your tears whenever you two argued about rent or Hector. He knew you were trying your best. Trying for yourself, trying for your family, and for him.

That’s why he had made it a clear point to make your birthday a special one, so that you can see that he is trying too. Trying to be a better guy, trying to grow up, trying for you. “Enjoying yourself?” He asks, seeing you bend over to pick up a few pebbles knowing that you’d want to skip them. He had indulged himself with a few too, giving you time to formulate your response.

“Way more than I’d like to admit,” you confess, throwing a pebble and watching it hop on the water’s surface. You look over at Mickey with a grateful smile on your lips. “I… I really am grateful to have you, you know.” You tell him seriously, your heart now racing when his blue eyes meet yours. “I’m sorry about bringing up rent the way I did yesterday,” you manage to let out, fiddling with the pebble in your hands. “I’m just worried… It's been hard to settle and I want to make things work, you know? I want us to work.”

Mickey had nodded in understanding, cupping your face to make your eyes meet his again. “Hey, now. Enough of that talk, you are doing great okay? We’re here to unwind.” Your guilty look did not leave, however, he saw how you were trying to let it go.

“But- mmm.” Your words were left up in the air as he gently pressed a quick kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile on his face. “Nope! I told you we are here to unwind!” He argues playfully at you, smiling more when he sees your lips curl up. “That’s my girl. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

You nod in agreement, relaxing into his palms. “Can we hug till the sun goes down?” You ask in a whisper. You smiled when Mickey accepted your request right away, arms returning to your waist, bringing you closer to him. You let your head rest on his chest, concentrating on the sounds of the waves crashing alongside his steady heartbeat, admiring the mixture of pink, orange, and blue as the sun slowly disappears and goes beneath the horizon line. It felt as if the peace that you had been searching for in Greece has been found today, the peace found from the presence of Mickey and the view of the beach allowing your body and mind to calm itself down from its anxious state. The peaceful aura only continued on the ride home, Mickey encouraging you to close your eyes and rest on his back, taking in the now cool wind as he rode you two back home.

The next time you open your eyes is when you pass by the all too familiar road that lets you see not only the sea ahead, but also Greece in a different light. You can only look at it in awe as you watch the distant lights flicker, looking at your surroundings in newfound content until your eyes meet the back of Mickey’s head. You couldn’t help the butterflies that you had felt in your stomach at the thought and sight of the man in front of you, opting to hold him tighter to express your gratitude.

“So how was your day today, sweetheart?”

You laugh at the now shirtless man that was standing beside your shared bed, shaking your head. “You’re talking as if you and I haven’t spent the afternoon and now evening together!” You sarcastically reply as you get comfortable in your pajamas, hopping onto the bed and under the blankets only for your boyfriend to follow suit.

“What? Can’t a guy ask how you’ve been through his time together with you? Come on, tell Mickey Henry how you’re feeling” He argues with a teasing smile, wrapping his arm around your waist over the blanket to bring you closer.

“I guess you can,” you giggle, before a pause takes over the room. “I’m grateful. Very grateful to be spending my birthday with you.” You hum, “I was alone on my birthday since moving to Greece. Last year I felt lonely. I was homesick. I wanted to have my friends or family to be here with me. Hell, I still do, lunch with my friends made me only realize how I’ve led a lonely life here and how much they mean to me. But… when you surprised me and did all these things, I realized… maybe I’m not as lonely as I make myself out to be.”

Mickey smiled at your response, humming in satisfaction as he leaned over to press a kiss to your head. You’re a fucking strong person for even making the move to try out life in Greece, let alone a life with me. If anyone deserves all the love, especially today, it’s you. I want to make it up to you from here on out.” He responds with sincerity, a small pause returning once again in the atmosphere before the playful glint in Mickey’s eyes return once again. “So does that mean I did great today for a start?” He asks you.

“It was okay,” you tease. You laugh when Mickey’s eyebrows raise, as if a challenge has been bestowed upon him. He only laughs, his body starting to crawl on top of yours, adjusting the blanket so it’s underneath you both. You laugh as he dramatically scoffs in disbelief, typical Mickey.

“Just okay?” He asks, scrunching his nose as he lets out a chuckle, watching you cutely squirm and squeal under him. “That’s not good enough.” He huffs, making you giggle. You naturally bury your hand in his hair, playing with it as the other caresses his back lightly and gently, up and down.

“I suppose it isn’t.”

“I got something’ that can help me figure out the truth from you.” Your eyebrows raise in interest, a smirk teasing to appear on your face. “Oh? What would that be?” You challenged him.

“This,” he breathes softly into your lips, leaning in to take up the rest of the gap between you both to lock lips with yours. You only sighed in content, lips parting to move with his soft ones, allowing that wave of warmth flowing from her lips to her toes. All thoughts have been silence, for all she can think and feel was his lips and tongue against hers, his hands slipping under your shirt to have more of you. You whined when he pulled away, a smirk now adorning his face knowing that he got you in his trap. You were now left wanting more. “Changed your mind?” He asks breathily, his hands continuing to lightly trace your upper body underneath your shirt, causing a small whine to nearly leave your lips. “You have me feeling like I’m on cloud 9, from the studio till now,” You admit breathily. You felt like you were still in that daze, as if you were daydreaming. You felt like you were floating whenever you were with Mickey, his cologne had overtaken your senses and the sight of his swollen lips and his pupils blown up with lust had become your main point of focus. Your heartbeat only raced even more at the sight of his growing smirk.

“What if I told you…” he starts, eyes remaining on yours as his hands begin to wander in the places that he knew would make you easily fall apart. “That I had one more surprise gift incoming for you, right now?”

Another wave of warmth had made its way throughout your body, the heat settling on the place where your body begged to be touched. You were done playing games with Mickey, done resisting the thought that has been floating in your mind since the change of the atmosphere. You only knew one thing: you wanted him, all of him. You wanted him to love you and you wanted to feel all of it.

“Then I’d tell you to make sure that you surprise me.”

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