Shameful [Shameless × Top Male Reader]

You | Mickey

Requested By: Tatiana639714

Genre: ❤️

Warnings: ooc mickey / shy mickey

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You had met the infamous Mickey Milkovich in prison, having caught his by being a 'giver' and not a 'taker' like everyone else.

He would often come to your cell when he was stressed, or tired of any other prison bitches he had, and felt like being the bitch for awhile. He liked that you never minded his vulgarity nor his aggression, that you just accepted his needs without any judgement.

If his dad ever found out that he became your prison bitch he probably would've been beaten black and blue, like he had been when he was a kid.

But now, he had been home free for a few months. Things had been looking up for him, he had Yevgeny now, his dad was in prison and Svetlana was doing her own thing, being more of a angry Russian roommate. Until he heard that [Y/n] [L/n] was being released due to overcrowding.

He didn't know what to do. You lived a little closer to town than their neighbourhood, so he didn't have to run into you often. But he wanted to. He really did.

The privacy of prison and the dual standards that it kept, meant that he had the best year of his life living with you, getting to experience the best parts of being in a homosexual relationship without the backlash of society.

He stood outside your door, where he knew you lived with your two sisters, one older, one younger. He had listened all the times the two of you would lay together after sex, and you would just tell him random things so that he wouldn't panic about 'seeming gay'.

No matter what he thought about himself, what he thought about being gay or being in a relationship, you could always ease his mind, and he missed that.

He didn't have chance to knock on the door, or catch his courage as he shuffled his hands into his pockets on the cold night. You had appeared, [H/c] hair swaying elegantly with the wind. Mickey watching in awe as the male's [E/c] eyes form a harsh scowl as he tried to light his cigarette, only to fail, become angry and he threw the lighter.

The small metal object hit the ground near the Milkovich's feet, the boy looking up with those beautiful orbs. Any anger instantly dissipated as his eyes fell on the other.

"Mickey?"

The smaller boy gulped audibly, bracing himself to talk to the other man, who was now walking down the steps towards him. "Err... hi?"

"Hi." A smile lit up [Y/n]'s face, the Milkovich easily getting lost in the other's features. The sharp jawline, the thick eyelashes and that light stubble. "How have you been? How's your kid?"

"I've been good, Yev is good I guess, annoying as hell with all the crying, but good." Mickey let a half smile form on his face, a huff of amusement escaping him as he answers the [L/n]. The other male laughed, an angelic sound to Mickey's ears.

"He is a baby, Mick." You smiled, watching his cute face as he tried not to smile. His eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated his next actions, unsure as to where this may lead. "Mickey?"

"Uhh- I um... came here to ask you something."

"What is it?"

Mickey watched as you leaned forward, grabbing his arms and holding his hands in your own. You rub your thumbs over his knuckles, keeping a firm enough grip that he wouldn't pull away out of some irrational fear his dad put in his head.

"I- erm- wanted to know if we could... keep.. yknow." Mickey wouldn't dare meet your eyes, not wanting the embarrassment of what he was saying to be shown to you.

"Fucking? Yeah, sure." You shrugged, not entirely understanding why he was being so shy about this. His headstrong nature and way of telling it how it is was something you liked most about him.

"No... not just that.." His voice was quiet now, he looked up into your eyes, his were coloured in a vulnerable light, though he seemed determined to make you understand where he was coming from. "I mean like, the other stuff too... yknow.. the after stuff?"

"The relationship stuff?" You ask, tilting your head a little in a way that made him smile. You let a grin out at the accomplishment, sending the cheeky look his way.

"Yeah, that."

"Mickey... I'd love that." You smiled, moving your hands to cup his cheeks. He let out a breathy 'yeah?', intently staring at your lips as you move closer to him. You placed a gentle kiss to his lips, smiling as he hummed into the sensation. "I missed you when you got out, yknow?"

"Shut up, soft-arse." He laughed, pushing you back a little, though not enough to seem anything more than playful. He grabbed the front of your coat, his confidence returning as he slammed his lips back onto yours, doing that cute little weave movement he does as though he's trying to duck any advances to remain in control. It was the little things like that you missed when he left. Like how, on the rare occasions he would kiss you, he would always deepen the kiss by standing on his toes, like he was doing now.

"Yeah, you love it though."