Multifandom One-shots

156. The One I Belong To, Part 2 - Mickey x male reader (Shameless)

Another part of this one. Definitely didn't see that coming. However, I hope at least some of you will like it. (Even though it is not the best.)

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Y/N's heart raced wildly in his chest, the electric thrill of the moment driving him to push his limits further. He continued to grind against Mickey, increasing the pace and intensity with every movement.

Mickey's hands gripped Y/N's hips firmly, urging him to embrace this newfound boldness. Each thrust sparked a fire between them, their bodies intertwining as the heated atmosphere enveloped them completely.

"Just like that," Mickey murmured, his voice low and husky, a breathless urgency lacing his words. Y/N felt the rapid rhythm of Mickey's breathing, the tension between them thickening as they rode the waves of desire crashing over them.

With a playful glimmer in his eyes, Y/N decided to tease, gradually slowing his movements until he came to a complete stop.

Mickey's breath hitched, surprise flickering across his face as he registered Y/N's sudden stillness. "What are you doing?" he asked, amusement mingling with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Y/N couldn't suppress a smirk, reveling in the effect his teasing had on Mickey. "Oh, nothing," he replied, mischief dancing in his gaze. With a calculated slowness, he slid off Mickey's lap, sinking to his knees in front of him.

Mickey's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and anticipation flooding his expression as Y/N sank to his knees. The shift in power dynamics sent a thrill coursing through both of them, and Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Mickey, his eagerness palpable.

"Y/N..." Mickey's voice came out low, almost a growl, filled with an urgency that only fueled Y/N's confidence. He looked up at Mickey, his gaze unwavering, drinking in the sight of the man he craved.

With a playful smile, Y/N leaned closer, brushing his lips against the fabric of Mickey's jeans. The heat of his breath sent a shiver through Mickey, who shifted slightly in his seat, clearly eager for what was to come. Y/N took a moment to savor the anticipation hanging thick in the air, his heart pounding in rhythm with the building tension.

"Just wanted to see how much you can handle," Y/N teased, his voice sultry as he continued to tease Mickey with soft kisses, trailing them along the outline of his thighs. Mickey's hands found their way to Y/N's hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he tried to maintain control, but the desire was evident in his increasingly labored breaths.

"Y/N, don't make me beg," Mickey said, his voice strained with need, and the challenge ignited something fierce within Y/N.

He leaned back for a moment, meeting Mickey's gaze with a fiery determination. "You think I'm going to make this easy?" Y/N asked, a daring glint in his eyes. "Where's the fun in that?"

Mickey chuckled softly, but the sound was more of a desperate plea than amusement. "You're killing me here," he replied, his voice low and gravelly, laced with urgency. "Just... don't stop."

With a wicked grin, Y/N leaned forward again, this time placing a soft kiss on the bulge of Mickey's jeans, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric. The thrill of being this close to him sent another rush of adrenaline through Y/N. He could feel Mickey's muscles tense in anticipation, a satisfied growl escaping him as Y/N continued to tease.

"Y/N..." Mickey breathed, his voice low and filled with an intoxicating mix of need and admiration. "You're playing with fire."

Y/N paused, his heart racing at the sound of Mickey's husky voice, the weight of the moment settling in. He met Mickey's gaze, feeling the magnetic pull between them grow stronger. "Maybe I want to get burned," he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. With that, he pressed another kiss against the fabric, letting his lips linger a moment longer, savoring the thrill of being so close.