Multifandom One-shots

155. The One I Belong To, Part 1 - Mickey x male reader (Shameless)

This one-shot contains mature themes, including possessiveness, intimacy, and suggestive language. If these themes are not to your liking, I suggest skipping this chapter. Please note that I am no expert in this genre, and I appreciate your understanding. 

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The dim glow of neon lights flickered outside the bar, casting vibrant reflections on the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses, creating a comforting hum that enveloped Y/N like a warm blanket.

He sat in a secluded corner, heart racing as he stole glances at Mickey, who lounged casually, a smirk dancing on his lips.

Mickey's fingers brushed against Y/N's thigh—a gesture both possessive and reassuring, grounding him amidst the chaotic energy of the bar. The warmth radiating from Mickey's hand was a silent promise of protection, igniting a mix of excitement and anxiety within Y/N.

Despite the casual atmosphere, a knot of nerves twisted in Y/N's stomach. They hadn't shared their relationship with anyone yet, and the thrill of being out together felt laced with unspoken tension.

"So," Mickey drawled, his voice low and teasing, "are you going to finish that drink, or just stare at me all night?" His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling the weight of his worries begin to lift.

"Maybe I'm just enjoying the view," Y/N replied, forcing confidence into his tone as his cheeks flushed under Mickey's gaze. "Not every day you get to look at someone so handsome."

Mickey chuckled, his smirk widening. "Well, just don't get too distracted. We wouldn't want anyone else thinking they can catch a glimpse of the best thing in this bar." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. "You're mine, remember?"

Y/N felt his heart race at Mickey's possessive words, a rush of warmth flooding his cheeks. "I know," he murmured, glancing at their fingers intertwined under the table. He wished he could exude the same confidence Mickey seemed to possess. The intoxicating thrill of their closeness was overshadowed by the weight of their secret.

Just then, a confident woman approached their table, her eyes gleaming with interest as she surveyed Y/N. "Well, hello there," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. "Mind if I join you two?"

Y/N instinctively tensed, exchanging a quick glance with Mickey, who sat up straighter, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by sharper intensity. Why did he always feel flustered around such assertive people? He managed a polite smile, but his heart sank. "Actually, we're—"

"Oh, come on! Don't be shy," the woman interrupted, leaning closer, her hand resting on the edge of the table. "You're too cute to be sitting here alone. What's your name?"

"Uh, Y/N," he replied, his voice faltering slightly as he struggled to maintain his composure. He took a breath, glancing at Mickey for support. "And I... I'm not sitting alone, actually."

The woman raised an eyebrow, unfazed by Y/N's hesitation. "Y/N, huh? That's adorable. But are you sure you want to waste your time with him?" She leaned in, her smile flirtatious and predatory. "I could show you a much better time."

Y/N's heart raced as he felt Mickey's hand tighten on his thigh, a protective gesture that sent both reassurance and heat coursing through him. "No, really, I'm good," he insisted, forcing a smile that felt strained. "Mickey and I are just... enjoying our evening."

Mickey's tension was palpable beside him—an electric charge in the air. Y/N shot him a pleading look, silently hoping he wouldn't say anything too harsh.