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In His Arms, At Last — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, first time, pussy eating, intimate sex, request🦋

The quiet hum of Grizzy’s house felt foreign but comforting. It was your first time staying the night at his place, and your nerves hadn’t settled since you walked through the door hours ago. The two of you had been dating for a while now, but sharing a bed was uncharted territory. Now, as the clock ticked past midnight, you found yourself curled up under his warm, oversized comforter, the dim glow of his bedside lamp casting a soft light across the room. Grizzy lay beside you, his large frame taking up more than half the bed, but he still managed to leave plenty of space for you. His arm rested behind his head, his other hand casually grazing the edge of your thigh over the blanket. You couldn’t stop fidgeting, the fabric of your borrowed t-shirt—a piece of his clothing—clinging to your skin in a way that made your heart race. “You okay?” His deep voice broke through the silence, laced with genuine concern. You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yeah, just…nervous.” He let out a soft chuckle, leaning on his side to face you. His brown eyes studied your face, tender and reassuring. “Nervous about what, baby? It’s just me.” “That’s the thing,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s you.” Grizzy’s expression softened, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to be nervous around me,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve got you. Always.”

The sincerity in his voice melted a fraction of your unease, and you managed a small smile. “I know. I just…I don’t want to mess this up.” “Mess what up?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “You’re perfect. You couldn’t mess this up even if you tried.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you exhaled slowly, your body relaxing just a bit. Grizzy noticed the shift and took it as his cue to inch closer, his hand trailing down your arm. “Can I make you feel good?” he asked, his voice low, almost reverent. Your breath hitched at the question, and you nodded shyly, your heart pounding in anticipation. Grizzy leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. His movements were unhurried, his touch gentle as he coaxed you to relax further. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above yours. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” “Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. Grizzy’s hands moved to your waist, his fingers slipping under the hem of the t-shirt you wore. He trailed kisses down your jawline, then your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin. Your breathing grew heavier as his hands roamed, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He gently guided you onto your back, his weight settling between your legs as he continued his descent.

With every kiss, every brush of his lips against your skin, he seemed to unravel you bit by bit. When his lips reached the edge of your shirt, he glanced up at you, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, your cheeks burning as he lifted the fabric, revealing more of your skin to his gaze. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His lips pressed to your stomach, then lower, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread them gently. The intimacy of the moment left you breathless, your nerves now replaced with a growing anticipation. Grizzy’s tongue flicked out, testing your reaction, and the soft moan that escaped your lips seemed to spur him on. He moved with purpose, his mouth and hands working in perfect tandem to draw pleasure from you. You couldn’t hold back the sounds that spilled from your lips, your fingers tangling in his hair as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Every movement was deliberate, every touch filled with an unspoken promise. When you finally came undone beneath him, your body trembling with the force of your release, he didn’t stop. He rode the waves with you, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. Grizzy hovered above you, his lips still slick and glistening with the aftermath of your release, and his grin had a mix of smugness and adoration that left you breathless. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was softer than you expected.

The taste of yourself on his tongue sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. “You good?” he asked again, his voice deep and tender as he brushed a thumb along your cheek. You nodded, your hands sliding up his broad shoulders and pulling him closer. “More than good,” you whispered, voice still shaky. “Good,” he murmured, his lips trailing along your jawline and down to your neck, “because I’m not done with you yet.” The weight of his words sent a jolt of anticipation straight to your core, and you arched into him as his hands slid under your thighs, spreading you further. The cool air against your skin only heightened the warmth radiating between the two of you. Grizzy shifted slightly, sitting back to pull his shirt over his head. The sight of his toned chest and the way his muscles flexed with every movement had you biting your lip. You reached out instinctively, your fingers grazing his skin, and he let out a low groan at the contact. “Like what you see?” he teased, his voice a touch deeper now, more primal. You nodded again, too entranced to form words, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands exploring every inch of your body. His fingers danced along your sides, tracing the curves of your hips before gripping them firmly. Grizzy’s lips moved to your ear, his voice low and breathy. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You have no idea.” The confession sent your heart racing, and you couldn’t help but tug him closer, craving the connection only he could provide.

As he settled between your thighs again, his hardness pressed against your sensitive core, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. He grinned against your skin. “You feel that?” he murmured, grinding against you just enough to make your head spin. “That’s what you do to me, baby.” Your hands found his hair, tugging gently as you tried to close the distance, desperate for more. He took his time, though, savoring every reaction he pulled from you. With one hand, he reached down to line himself up, the other cupping your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly, his thumb brushing along your lower lip. You nodded, breath hitching as he began to push inside, slow and deliberate. The stretch was intense but not painful, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped as he filled you inch by inch. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained as he buried himself fully. “You feel so good, baby. So perfect.” You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, each one measured, as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt around him. But soon, his restraint began to falter, and his pace quickened, each thrust deeper and more deliberate than the last. Your moans mixed with his, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tightly, anchoring you as he drove into you, his movements becoming more erratic as he lost himself in you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his lips finding yours in a messy, desperate kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”The intensity of his words sent you spiraling, your body tightening around him as he groaned your name, his pace faltering for a moment. He shifted, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to angle himself deeper, and the new position had you crying out, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough and thick with lust. “Let me hear you, baby.” You couldn’t hold back even if you tried. Every thrust, every graze of his skin against yours, sent you closer to the edge, and Grizzy seemed determined to take you there. When your release hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over you and leaving you trembling in his arms. He followed shortly after, his moan deep and guttural as he buried himself one last time, his body tensing before collapsing onto you. The two of you stayed tangled together, your breaths mingling as you came down from the high. Grizzy rolled to his side, pulling you with him and holding you close. His hand stroked your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You okay?” he asked again, his voice soft and full of concern. You nodded, a small, satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “More than okay,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest. Grizzy chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” You smiled, your heart full as you drifted off in his arms, feeling more at home than you ever had before.

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The first time 18+

Song rec: Birthday cake (Rihanna)

Warnings: Smut, Eating out, swearing, inexperienced reader, sort of experienced (?) Zach, Reassurance, Insecurity, SPOILERS, sheltered reader.

A/N Note: Hey lovelies!! First time writing for Zach, so I hope it's good. Minors DNI!!! Xoxo, asks are always open <3 Also, somehow this short one shot turned into over 2,500 words??

Further links: main blog

Pairing: Zachary “Zach” Shan-Yung Dempsey

Further information: Request by 🪷anon (request here) Timeline is after Hannah died, before Tony leaks the tapes.

Tag list: @boundbyeclipse @bloodlinemadness

“Have you ever been with someone?” You turned your head, seeing your boyfriend, your very shy, very gentle boyfriend, fiddling with his jacket sleeves. Despite what everyone thinks due to him being in with Bryce, He was very...non-problematic when it came to you.

“Babe, please tell me you didn’t hit your head. I’ve been with you” You chuckled out,totally missing the fact he meant sexually. You’ve been with him, mentally, and physically, just not sexually. The farthest you two have ever gone is making out at one of Bryce’s parties, and grabbing each other from over your clothes, before he was pulled away to play beer pong by Bryce and Montgomery “I didn’t mean like that” He let out a quiet laugh, looking at you “I meant like…Have you ever been with someone sexually?” The meaning hit you so fast it made your head spin, and you felt the heat rush between your legs the second the blush hit your face. “Oh!” You considered lying to him, knowing he was at least somewhat experienced, having been with Hannah over the summer before she committed, before you decided otherwise.

“No” Expecting the embarrassment to hit, you looked away. But it never came. Zach had made you so comfortable about being around him and being with him, that you didn’t feel embarrassed in your answer. When you finally looked back, He was watching you with love in his eyes. “Do you ever want to be?” His question shouldn’t have surprised you, since he was always so focused on what you wanted, but it still did. Most boys would have just assumed that was their go ahead to try and have sex. 

“I think so. At least, one of these days.Sometimes I wish it wasn’t something I was judged for, y’know? Like, sometimes it feels like there's a giant flashing sign over my head saying virgin, and it doesn’t feel good. Especially when there's guys like Bryce in our school, or Justin who claim to be so experienced, it's just-” You go off on a tangent, not even realizing you’re doing it, it just comes spilling out. He could tell it annoyed you how your school was so over sexualized. You pause in the tangent when you see him moving closer to you, despite the bed being small enough that you were touching legs almost the whole time. He grabs your face as carefully as he could and pulls you into a kiss, and not just one of those small pecks when one of you wants the other to be quiet. No, this was a fucking soul snatching kiss. You kiss him back, your hands automatically going to his chest like you had done this a million times. You hadn’t, but your brain didn’t need to be experienced to figure out you wanted him close. You are anything but happy when he pulls away from the kiss, so you lean up again and kiss him. He lets out a shaky groan into the kiss the minute you grab at his hair, and he pushes his hand from your face down to your thigh, gently pulling you up and onto his lap. Despite being nervous about going further with him, you felt like this was exactly where you needed to be. In his arms, feeling him beside you, it just felt right. He carefully brings his other hand into the mix, cupping your cheek as his hand that was on your thigh slides under the hem of your shirt, just caressing the side of your stomach. He knew you were nervous about going further, since you don’t hide it very well, So until you said the word, he was content to just stay like this. You pushed at his chest a little as you moved back, chewing on your lip until you just decided to say what's on your mind. “I don’t wanna have sex tonight” You admit, despite your hand’s having minds of their own and going under his shirt to press into the abs and the muscles under it, the muscles that had to have been made by a Greek god, otherwise it was impossible. 

“That's okay, we don’t need to” He promises with a gentle kiss to your jaw, just gently dragging his nose down your neck, leaving a few gentle kisses there. He wasn’t pushing, he never pushed. He was just making sure you knew he loved you, and would be okay to do whatever. If you wanted sex, great. If you didn’t, he was content with just sitting here with your freezing cold hands on his abdomen. “Is there…something else we can do?” You ask, unconsciously licking your lips as you carefully bring a hand out from under his shirt to run it through his hair.

“Well that depends.” He replied in a slow drawl. His head tipped back a little as your fingers ran through the silky threads. He knew you loved his hair, but hadn’t known the extent of it until you two had started dating. Now, you practically always had one hand in his hair. “On what?” You said, almost losing your breath in that second due to how strikingly handsome he looked. “On whether you wanna be sexual, or you wanna just hang out” Losing the confidence you barely possessed wasn’t something lost on him, and wasn’t something new to you. You get off his lap, trying to ignore the look on his face. “We should just….I don’t know. Relax, maybe?” He could tell that you wanted him. He knew he wanted you. But he could also tell something was holding you back on this. “Baby” He grabs your warm, tugging you back and onto his lap, trapping you with his arms in case you try to get up again. “I don’t know where this shit is coming from, but shut it out” His stern voice brought you back, even though you didn’t like the situation, He was one of the ebay people to come back to from it. “I’m sorry” You say quietly, knowing he hates when you say that, but you can’t help it. “Don’t. Stop that. Stop apologizing for thinking you’ve hurt my feelings” He says, kissing your forehead, and exhaling into your hair. “Being with you, no matter how, is the best fucking part of my life. So never apologize for it” That. That right there is when you made the decision in your head that this man would be the first of everything, he’d already been your first kiss, been your first make out session. “What else is there to try sexually? Other than…y’know..actual sex?” Came your small response. He let out a small chuckle as he kissed above your ear. “There's a lot. Mostly oral, but there's other things.” He says, almost like he was educating a child, but he didn’t have the condescending tone in his voice like most would. “Tell me” You say softly, rubbing circles into his arm. You didn’t have much knowledge, Even though you pretended to at school, this was as new to you as it could be. You had imagined a million different things, and it never came to this. This conversation. The conversation that should feel degrading, that should feel embarrassing. But somehow, with him, it doesn’t. It shouldn’t surprise you, because nothing with him ever is, but he often managed to still surprise you. “Well, I wanna do something. I promise it won’t be sex, but I want you to trust me, yeah?” He says into your ear, a low undertone in his voice that makes you shiver, your thighs struggling to close around his hips. “Okay” You agreed, a small tremble to your voice at the idea of what's gonna happen.

“Take off your clothes baby” He said slowly, his eyes scanning over your body. Despite the tension in the room, his touch on your thighs was gentle, the rubbing on the inside of them reminding you he was right there, and he wouldn’t let you fall into another overthinking episode. Your mind spiraled, down, down, down into the pit it’s known for so long. The familiarity and the suffocating all enveloped you in one. The idea of him not liking your body, the thought of how he would react to you naked, despite his constant compliments about how fucking beautiful he found you. All of it closed in at once, and while it was comforting to be back in a place you knew all too well, It scared you. Because as wrong as you might be, you could also be-. “Stop it” His voice snapped through all those words like he was shattering glass with a bullet. “I don’t care what the fuck your head is telling you. You’re perfect. It’s not a guess, it’s not a thought, It’s a fact. Now stand up and get undressed so I can show you just how perfect you are.” You exhaled a small shaky breath as his hands left your thigh, the small feeling leaving, and you hated the cold feeling it brought on. “Babe. If you aren’t comfortable with this, just tell me. I’m not gonna get upset.” He promises gently, cupping your face. “I wanna do this, I just ... .What if you don’t like me anymore after?” Came the anxious thoughts, all spilling out like a puddle into the open, and that was terrifying. Because now he knew. He knew the thing you had been hidin-. “That is like someone saying a typing monkey is gonna be the next shakespeare. It’s impossible. Now. Do you wanna do this, or no?” “Yes!” Came a stubborn reply, before you even had time to think about it. You pushed yourself off of his lap before your brain had time to process your actions, because the minute you started to think about this your brain will fuck you over. It’s the equivalent of saying Karma will always and forever be a bitch. It’s a fact that has been proven. You pull off your top, exhaling gently. You had never let him see your stomach. You shake off that thought and the small voice in the back of your head, and you reach for the jeans you had been wearing, pulling those down after you’ve undone them, too. Standing in your bra and black underwear, you felt genuinely stupid.  How would he, Zach fucking Dempsey, be attracted to this? “I said, all of your clothes, pretty girl” The nickname seemed to roll off his tongue so naturally, that it had your brain short circuit. All you could do was nod, and reach up to take off your bra with shaking hands. Letting the bra slip through your fingers and fall to the floor, you made yourself busy taking off your underwear before your brain could react to the fact you were standing naked, in a room, alone with Zach Dempsey.

Slipping the underwear down your legs, a million thoughts ran through your head, none particularly likeable. Certain ones jump out ‘why couldn’t I have shaved before he came over today’ or ‘why aren’t I making this more sexy? He’s probably getting bored’. One glance down at his lap diminished the last thought. There was a noticeable bump in his jeans, and you might be insecure but you weren’t dumb. He was attracted to you. Why? You didn’t know.  “Fuck” He said, his tone lazy as your panties hit the floor. “Do a spin for me, pretty” Complying, you do a small spin, hands pointed to the ground. “Jesus” You smile a little, feeling a rush to your head at the idea of him actually liking you. His reaction alone told you he wasn’t faking, and if his reaction didn’t, his boner definitely did. “On the bed baby” He exhales out, looking you up and down, but his eyes weren’t focused on your tits or anything sexual. His eyes were focused on your face, and his eyes were dark. You bite your bottom lip, thinking of disobeying but knowing you would regret it later, so you slowly move, getting on the bed. He watches you for a second before he pulls off his shirt, the belt going too but the pants didn’t. You admired the jeans that now hung low on his lips, letting a peak of his happy trail out as he climbed back onto the bed and over you. He kisses you, his hand going to hold your face, his other hand going to rest on your stomach, just feeling at the smooth skin. He’d done it before, when you guys were cuddling or when you were kissing and he wanted to feel some part of your skin. But this was different. It wasn’t the fact you were naked beneath him, which he’d imagined a million times, but it never compared to the real thing. No, it was the fact you now fully trusted him. He knew you liked to take the safe route all the time, so the fact you trusted him enough to not just say ‘let's just watch a movie’, but you went down the unknown road with him, He knew you trusted him. He chuckles into your mouth when you tug at his hair, obviously getting a little impatient. “Relax, pretty girl. I’ve got you” He mutters as he pulls away, kissing at your collarbone, his hand sliding down your body to rest at your thighs. “Open for me, baby” He purrs out, kissing down your body, kissing your boobs gently. You do just that, your thighs falling open like he had said a magic word. “Good girl” He cooes out, his voice  soft and loving. He lets his body settle between your legs, his mouth paying attention to your boobs. He runs a finger over your right nipple, kissing at your left. “You’re so pretty. So fucking perfect” He groans out before he takes your nipple into his mouth, gently sucking. You let out a gentle sigh, your head falling back onto your black pillows, your hand going into his hair. If this is what you were missing with sex, it felt pretty fucking good.

He grins against your nipple, biting it gently before he switches, lavishing your other nipple with the same attention. He kisses down your stomach, pausing to gently lick at your stomach. “Fucking love this stomach. You’re so beautiful. Fuckin’ knew you were perfect. My perfect girl, hm?” It was a rhetorical question. You knew that. He kisses at your left him before he moves down, his hands splaying over your thighs. “Jesus baby” He exhales out as he sees your pretty pussy. You were so wet, but so fucking perfect. He ignores it for now, although it’s very tempting to just fucking eat you out on the spot. He leans down, kissing your right thigh, pushing him down on the bed. Your hands on his shoulders, and you whined a little when he was getting too far for you to reach him. “I know baby, It’s okay, I’m right here” He cooes out to you, kissing at your knee before he moves back up, knowing you craved the physical touch. You gently bury a hand in his hair, being careful to not scratch at his scalp, even though you’re pretty sure he would love it if you did. Finally, he couldn’t hold himself back, and he gently rubs at your pussy, hissing out at how wet you are. “Shit baby, so fuckin’ perfect for me. All for me” He groans out softly, feeling his dick strain against his zipper. “I love you” You mumble in between soft moans at the feeling, because holy shit. How was he so good at this? Oh right. Hannah. Hannah Baker. He could tell almost immediately when you slipped back into your mind, and he leans down, running his tongue over your clit. “Come back baby, come back” He says against your pussy, making you let out a squeak at the suddenness but gently moan at the feeling, your hips pressing down into his mouth. “Shit” You exhale out, a sound of content mixed with pleasure rather than just pleasure. 

“There's my pretty girl. Hi baby” He hums, gently running his tongue up and down your pussy, his tongue circling your clit. You let out a low moan, your hand tightening in his hair, and, accidentally, scratching at his scalp. He lets out a groan, the vibrations making you gasp and cover your mouth with your unoccupied hand. “Oh shit. So that's what you like, hey baby?” He purrs out, and gently pushes his tongue into you, making you clench down a little at the feeling. “Shit. Now i know this is all for me” He cooes out, gently rubbing at your entrance with his finger after he pulls his tongue  out. He just prods, never penetrating, since you had made it clear you didn’t want anything close to actual sex. His finger was just there with the possibility, knowing it felt good to barely push. “Fuck Zach” You whimpered out, tugging at his hair. It felt so good, and you were starting to feel a pressure in your stomach. “Yeah baby? What's up pretty?” He hums out, gently biting down on your clit. You saw stars on the back of your eyelids as your eyes snapped shut at the feeling, your hips flinching up at least a good inch from the bed. “Feels weird” You managed to moan out, exhaling shakily as you moan. “What does?” His mouth stops, making you whine out in protest as you tug at his hair. “Stomach, shit, please don’t stop” You beg out softly.

Rather than answering you verbally, he leans down and goes back to licking and sucking. Your breath hitches as your hand clenched in his hair, your hips arching up as you came. He pulled away after a minute, smirking as he swallowed. “Fucking amazing. You’re so perfect baby”.

"The men in this house search for weakness. I never want to be yours" -Rio Hunting Adeline

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send in as many as you want baby!! requests are endlesss!!!!!

Oh my god.FUCK I NEED TO REQUEST MORE BUT I REQUESTED A FEW DAYS AGO lol . IT FEELS TOO SOON TO REQUEST

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @idrknothing thank you for requesting

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, fluff, Y/n gets attacked, Mickey being Mickey, kinda dark!Lip x reader, Lip attacks Y/n.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! I DONT GIVE TWO SHITS IF MICKEY IS GAY IN SHAMELESS! HE AINT IN MY STORY! SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT!

REQUEST: Will you do a Mickey Milkovich x female reader? Like she's with Lip,but she's best friends with Mickey,and one Day Lip gets really mad and hurts her,abd she goes to Mickeys with makeup on,but he immediately notices it,and proved to her (smut pls if ur ok with it) how much better of a bf he would be

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Y/n and lip have been dating for a long time, they had fights here and there but it never resulted in this. Mickey Milkovich and Y/n were friends since childhood, always playing together when they were young, and soon that turned into spray painting the sides of convenience stores and stealing cars. Mickey was head over to raggedy boots for Y/n, he always has been. He always holds her when she's sad, hes there for her whenever she needs it, especially when her jackass boyfriend thinks it's a good idea to hurt her.

"Hey babe, could you pass me that pen over there?" Y/n asked.

Lip looked at the pen right next to him, then looked at her.

"What, are your fuckin legs broken? Grab it yourself."

"Well excuse the fuck out of me for asking politely."

Suddenly with extreme force she was knocked off her feet, there was an almost burning pain in her nose when her back hit the cold tiles. Y/n could feel the warmth of blood run down her face and tears fill her eyes.

"Fuckin dumb bitch, thinking you can talk to me like that."

Ian and Carl were up stairs when they heard the fight brake out, for the first time in a long time Carl actually buried his face in Ian's side and began sobbing. Lip could be heard hitting Y/n, yelling absurdities, and Y/n attempting to fight back.

Ian listened when all fell silent below, the sound of the back door open and shut had him running to the nearest window. He watched as Y/n ran from the house and up the street, reaching down and rubbing Carl's back as he continued to cry.

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Y/n ran as fast as her feet would let her, the icy cold air making her nose burn more. She had two options, go back home and hope to God her parents don't see this mess, or go to Mickeys....she bolted in the direction of the Milkovich house, the snow crunching beneath her boots as she ran.

She reached the front porch out of breath, marching up the old steps and banging on the door. Y/n smiled when she heard Mickey and Mandy start yelling about who's gonna open the door.

When the bickering stopped the door opened and Mick was standing there in a black tank top and grey sweat pants, freshly showered with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hey, Y/n-......What the fuck happend to you?"

He stepped outside, his bare feet hitting the cold porch and making him hiss. Mick spit over the railing, set down his tooth brush and began examining her face.

Her nose was bloody and bruised, her lip was split, and the side of her face was black and blue.n

"Did he do this?" Mick asked.

She didn't answer, her gaze only dropped to the floor.

Mickey nodded, gently taking her arm and leading her into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He closed the door and pulled some rubbing alcohol from his bedside drawer, Mick then grabbed a wash cloth from his clean clothes that had be neatly folded and placed on his bed.

"You do that?" Y/n asked.

He looked over at his stack of clothes, he smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, you know I don't got time for that bullshit."

"Folding your clothes is bullshit?"

"It's a waste of time is what it is. I'm gonna wearing them anyway, what's the sense in folding them?"

"So that they don't get wrinkled."

"I'm a guy who lives in a town full of bums, you think they'll give a shit if I walk around with a wrinkled shirt?"

Y/n giggled and shook her head, watching as Mickey poured some alcohol onto the cloth and came over to her.

"This is gonna sting like a bitch, but it'll clean your face." He said.

Mick gently pressed it against one of her cuts, Y/n closed her eyes taking in the smell of his room, it smelled of cigarettes and his musk.

"There you go." He whispered. "You're okay."

Y/n felt his warm lips press against hers, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed with her.

Kicking the door closed, Mickey began removing his shirt. Y/n fallowed his lead, all while kissing his neck.

Mick unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock from his boxers and lining himself up with her entrance. Y/n gripped his biceps as he slowly pushed in, both letting out a low grown.

Mandy was sitting on the couch playing videogames, when she started hearing Mick's headboard hitting the wall. A smiled spread over her face and she chuckled.

"About time."

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"You like that?" He whispered in her ear. "You like when I fuck you like that?"

Their lips crashed together once again, all teeth and tongues, full of hunger and lust. Y/n ran her hands through his hair and made a fist, pulled him closer and deepening the kiss.

Pulling away for a breath, he moved to attack her neck, grabbing both wrists and holding her hands over her head with one of his.

Mickey went from deep slow thrusts, to hard and quick. Angling their bodies perfectly so that he hit the right spot every time.

"Please, Mick...." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

"Please what? You want more?"

Y/n whined and nodded.

"You gotta use your words, sweetheart."

"Pl- ahhh.....Please Mickey, go harder."

"Please what? I'm sorry I think you got my name wrong, say it again but correctly this time."

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me harder!"

"That's a good girl."

His thrusts became harder, Mick's hand slowly ran down her body until his fingers reached her clit. He started quick tight circles, making her legs twitch and her head fall back against the pillow.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Please, Mick. Don't stop!"

"Good. Cum for me, Babygirl."

His words were enough to send her over the edge, a smirk spreading over his face when he felt her warm release coat his cock. Mickey kept thrusting until he buried his face in her neck, and with a groan he came inside her and collapsed on top.

Still out of breath, Mickey kissed her neck. His lips moving closer to her ear.

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

"Okay."

There was silence for a second before Y/n continued to speak.

"Hey Mick."

"Yeah."

"That Milkovich boy, you know the hot badass one?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"He said he's gonna kill you."

THE END ❤️

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