~ mick jagger imagines ~

~ cold night pt. 2 ~

{Heavy smut warning}
We end up leaving the bakery late into the night after the storm had subsided. Mick and I say our farewells to jittery Keith and silent Charlie upon exiting the door.
"Nice meeting you," Charlie says. I'll never forget my first time hearing his voice. I thought that he is such a timid, sweet-seeming man.
"You, too," I reply with a little wave.
I walk with Mick at my side back towards my flat. Well, at least I think I'm headed towards my flat as I've really forgotten the path I took to get here. I swing around my brown paper bag of cheesecake giddily as I talk with Mick about the most senseless of things. We giggle over the stupidest topics, laugh hysterically over unhysterical subjects, and smile at each other sweetly whilst aimlessly trotting back to my home.
"So, what do you do?," Mick eventually asks.
"Pardon?," I say.
"For work, I mean," Mick explains.
"Oh! Right, work. Um.. well, about work. Right now I have the very tedious and difficult job of... unemployment," I sarcastically say.
Mick smiles. "Oh, I see. Must be tough," he says.
"Yup," I chuckle. "In all honesty, I've been trying to find work. I just moved here from the country. I'm used to.. farm work and horse shit and all the fun amenities of the outdoors & livestock."
"Ohh, that makes sense," Mick nods with a smile. "What led you here?"
I think about it for a moment. "Ehh, I guess just... more opportunity. I mean, the rural life was never really my thing. That was all my parents," I say. "My dream as a child was to be a writer. Move to the city, marry a millionaire, live lavishly. But... that's all but a dream now."
"Why don't you write?," Mick asks, puzzled.
"Erm, it never got anywhere. I'd pick up a pen, write about two sentences, and find myself stuck," I admit. "But, anyway, now I'm looking for a simple industry job. Maybe, a clerk of some kind? Maybe, a secretary? I don't really know at the moment. I just need something doable."
"Well, it's definitely an adjustment," Mick assuredly says.
"Oh, yeah. Most definitely," I vigorously nod. "Yeah, it's way different here than it ever was with my parents."
"Is it any less horse shitty?," Mick slyly remarks with a smile.
I laugh at this. "Not really. It's just a different kind of horse shit than the countryside has to offer."
We both laugh in unison as we stumble down the wet London street.
"Yeah, well. You'll get used to the people and the... what's the word...," he looks up for a moment. "Ignorance.. of the city."
"Degeneracy of the city," I commentate.
"Yes, definitely," Mick chuckles.
We clamor down the winding street as the streetlights above slowly become dimmer and dimmer.
"So, what do you do?," I ask him.
"Oh, me?," he says. "I just.. fuck around and find out. That's all."
"Oh, come on," I jab him with my elbow. "What do you do?"
He blushes and softly giggles.
"What, are you embarrassed?," I ask with a singsongy, teasing tone.
"No! Not embarrassed," he says as he blushes even redder. "I'm a singer. In a band. The two lads you met at the shop, Keith and Charlie, they're in on it, too." He looks down at his feet with a smirky expression.
"Really?," I ask, interested. "Well, what's the name then?"
"Rolling Stones," he says. "Our bud, Brian, picked it up from a Muddy Waters song."
"Oh, right!," I excitedly say. I've personally indulged in Muddy Waters albums myself.
"You listen to him?," Mick asks.
"Yes, I do!," I say. "My dad has been a big lover of anything blues since I was small. When Muddy Waters came around I was all over it."
Mick looks at me with a gleeful smile on his face. He looks so happy to hear someone with a similar interest to him which gives me great butterflies inside.
"Really?," he says warmly.
"Really," I reiterate.
"Well, dear, you and I definitely get along well on that regard," Mick smilingly says. "I have an appetite for blues."
I look down at my feet, a bold comment fizzling through my brain. I hesitate to even say it, my breath speeding up as adrenaline registers throughout my body.
I give in. My comment slips.
"Well, what else do you have an appetite for?," I say, looking down at my feet and then up into Mick's widened eyes.
"Pardon?," Mick stammers.
"I said... well, what else do you have an appetite for?," I restate.
Mick stops walking and looks around, smirking devilishly. He takes a few steps back and menacingly chuckles.
"Answer my question, dummy," I say as I walk back towards him. I reach him and squeeze his shoulders, giggling softly.
"Want me to be honest?," he asks, holding my hands onto his shoulders.
"That's why I asked," I say.
He looks deep into my eyes with a warm, confident smile.
"You," he says.
Butterflies flock my stomach like a swarm of seagulls upon a white, sandy beach. I can feel my brain start to fall misty with pendulous clouds of love and lust looming within the cavernous space of my head.
As I look into his eyes, my smile falls into a serene expression, with my mouth slightly open with awe. I scan his still smiling face.
His icy blue eyes are glistening with the faint light of the night sky. His skin is soft with the buzz of a streetlight illuminating half of his face with a dimly orange glow. His shaggy, dark brown hair feels so soft as I run my fingers through it, slowly twirling different sections.
I move my hands to embrace his face, placing my thumb on his pretty, pink bottom lip. I rub his lip under my thumb, moving it down to his chin as I lean in for a heavy kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as he caresses my waist, pulling my hips into his.
The kiss isn't too long but it feels like forever. His lips feel so soft and so warm against mine. It's like kissing an angel with toasted, powdery wings.
He slightly sucks on my bottom lip as we pull away from the kiss.
I look up into his dazzling eyes with my hands still embracing his neck.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers with a smile.
I giggle. "So are you," I say.
We smile at each other and break apart. We hold hands as we walk, both scuffling our feet on the concrete with nerves and giddiness.
"Do we know where we're going?," Mick asks with a chuckle.
I laugh. "Well, I thought we were going back to my flat but.. I don't recognize a single street we've passed by to be totally honest," I say, squeezing his hand firmly.
"Alright, that's what I thought," Mick laughs.
We wander aimlessly until we eventually approach a street I recognize. Finally being aware of where we are, I swiftly walk towards my flat with haste.
As I approach the building, reality begins to hit me. I begin to profusely sweat and shake softly. I hope that Mick doesn't feel me shaking against the firm grip of his hand. However, I think that he for sure does, as he comfortingly begins to stroke my hand with his thumb as he looks into my eyes with a reassuring, sweet expression. I feel my heart flutter rapidly within my chest and tingles fill my whole body. I use my hand holding the paper bag to wipe the sweat from my brow. I'm so nervous that I start to get myself nauseous and dizzy. I hate that I get myself so worked up like this.
However, I am eased by the look on Mick's face. He doesn't even need to verbally tell me it's going to be okay because just by looking at him I already know.
We walk up the stairs to get to the flat, my legs shaking with each step. I begin to feel Mick's heartbeat speed up in the palm of his hand. This reassures me more than anything knowing that he's nervous just as I am.
My hands shake as I put my key in the door and open it to reveal my small abode.
"It isn't much but it's quaint," I say as I sit down on my soft bed, placing the bag in the corner of the room.
"It's very cozy," Mick says, standing next to the bed. "I like it a lot, really. It's very you."
I smile at this, lying down to stretch out on my bed. I look up at Mick to see him thirstily gazing down at me stretching in bed, his jaw slightly quivering. He looks away as to not make me uncomfortable but I can tell that he's definitely imagining some things about me in that moment.
"Are you nervous?," I ask him with concerned eyes and a light smile.
He looks back down at me with a serious expression that turns into a cute, shy smile. "Yes," he chuckles.
"Me, too," I say with my hand on my chest to feel my heart fluttering.
He crawls onto the bed to get on top of me. He looks down at me and begins to run his fingers through my hair as my eyes roll back with glee. I smile bashfully as he begins to stroke my cheek with his forefinger. He brushes through my hair once again and leans down to kiss my forehead. He kisses my forehead a couple of times. And then he kisses down to my nose. Then my cheek. And then eventually my lips. We begin to make out very passionately, our lips moving in perfect synchronization with each breath and each roll of our tongues. I can hear the soft roll of the thunder begin to reappear outside, the vibrations bumbling to the beat of our slow motions. I slowly begin to sit up while we continue to make out, wrapping my arms around his neck. Mick begins to feel up my coated body as we slowly become more aggressive with our pace.
"Take off my clothes, please," I pant between kisses.
He obeys, unbuttoning my coat to reveal my tank top. He slips it off my arms, randomly kissing my lips in between. He throws the coat on the ground and proceeds to message my breasts as he kisses me firmly over and over. He slips the tank top over my head and unbuttons my pants to slip them off next. He slips them off, caressing my thighs all the way down & leaving me only in my bra and panties.
"Fuck, your body is so gorgeous," he whispers blissfully.
He rubs his hand over my tummy and bends down to kiss it. He plants kisses all over my stomach, slowly kissing me up my chest and onto my neck. He sucks on my neck with the pressure of his lips softly pressing against me. His hands message over my breasts in comforting circles as I arch my head back with pleasure at the multitude of sensations.
Lightning strikes shine into the window of my dark apartment, indigo hues briefly revealing our lustful faces as he continues to kiss all over my neck. The rumble of the thunder growls in my chest, adding an extra layer of sensuality into what him and I are doing.
He pulls away from my neck and takes off his coat. I help him take off his white t-shirt underneath and feel up his toned body to hold his neck. We lean into a passionate kiss as he lays me back down once again.
He stops kissing me for a moment and simply looks down at me with wonder in his eyes.
"Do you want this?," he softly asks with genuine concern in his voice.
I nod passionately. "Yes, baby," I softly moan.
"You're sure?," he whispers.
"I'm sure," I whisper, pecking his lips softly.
He sits up for a moment to take my bra off. He unsnaps the clip and slides the bra down my body, throwing it on the floor.
"Oh, fuck," he says blissfully looking down at my breasts. He messages them deeply with his hands, causing my head to fall back and my mouth to drop open. I breathe out heavily.
He leans back down and kisses my neck. Then he moves down to my collarbone, sucking gently with his wonderful lips. He kisses down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples firmly and licking them in between. I softly whimper with pleasure as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Yes, Mick," I softly say. "Yes, baby."
I move my hands to play with his hair as he softly sucks on my tits. I brush through his hair affectionately which causes him to lick even faster. He kisses my breasts and then kisses down to my tummy again, gently kissing all over me.
He lifts his head up to look into my eyes. He positions both of his thumbs on my hipbones, messaging them in a circular motion. It feels really nice and eases me even more. He moves his right hand down to the outside of my panties and teasingly, very gently rubs only the top of the fabric. I gasp with tension, anticipating the moment he actually starts to rub me harder.
"You want it?," he whispers, his lips rubbing against my chest as he talks.
"Yes, Mick," I whimper.
He rubs my panties harder, the sensation firmly reaching my clit. I whimper harder as my body begins to quiver. I feel my stomach roll with pleasure as he slowly picks up the pace.
He puts both of his forefingers along the band of my panties and plays with the band teasingly for a moment.
"These are cute," he says, rolling the little bow on the front between his fingers.
I giggle and blush a little. "Thank you," I say with a grin. My grin turns into a gaping mouth as he reaches down to kiss my stomach which unexpectedly sends shivers down my spine.
He takes notice to this and laughs. "You're so sensitive," he says moving his thumb over my panties to rub my clit.
I moan and giggle at the same time. "Oh, shut up," I giddily whisper while gasping.
"It's cute," he says smiling down at me.
He leans down to kiss my lips as he continues to tease my clit, rubbing his fingers over my panties. Finally, he plays with the band for another moment and then pulls down my underwear, leaving me completely naked. He kisses my hipbone, licking down to my clit. My eyes roll back as his tongue delves into me slowly. He drags his hands up my stomach and rests them on my tits. He wraps his lips around my wet pussy and begins to suck & lick it at a steady pace. It starts off slow and sensual, his fingers gently rubbing up and down the frame of my body as he sucks my clit with his juicy lips.
"Oh, fuck, Mick. Yes, yes," I repeat with my hands combing through his hair.
He starts to lick faster and suck firmer, causing my stomach to roll with the thunder outside. I feel at once harmonized with the world around me, my head spinning with the stimulation of my whole body. He drags his right hand down to my pussy, sticking a finger inside of me slowly as he sucks faster and faster.
My moans start to grow louder and louder as I whimper with guilty pleasure.
"I just want to make you cum," Mick pants between sucking. After speaking he goes back in with a giant, firm lick all the way up my pussy and goes back into sucking. This drives me insane as I let out the loudest moan yet. He continues to lightly stroke my hole with his finger as his sucking continues to progress. He sticks his finger all the way up my pussy, hitting my G-spot. He makes firm eye contact with me as he continues to lick.
"Fuck, I'm close. Oh, my God," I whimper breathily as my legs begin to shake. "Oh, oh!"
I moan really loudly as I cum during an extremely long & euphoric orgasm. It's easily the best orgasm I've ever experienced. My head falls back as Mick continues to lightly lick up my cum with his soft tongue. I wince a little as his lips kiss my clit one last time, making me giggle happily and causing my legs to shakily jolt. He kisses up my stomach, up my chest, up my neck, and then firmly on the lips. He collapses down next to me, wrapping his arm over my body and putting his face upon mine.
"Was that good enough?," Mick concernedly inquires.
I giggle and turn over to face him. I kiss his nose quickly.
"That... was really fucking good," I say as a smile blossoms across my face. I lean into a deep kiss with him, my hands feeling up his stomach.
He chuckles softly, the warmth of his breath hovers over my face. We hold each other and just stare into each other's eyes for a good few minutes, catching our breaths for a moment. It gives me a moment to admire even more details about him.
Like how in his left eye (from an onlookers perspective, his right eye), he has a dark brown speck in the top right corner. It's only in this one eye and I think it looks so beautiful. I can't explain why, it's just a small portion of his eye. But it's the little details like these that I seem to admire the most in people.
Or how his hair seems to have cascading waves that flip up at the end, framing his face perfectly and adding an extra dimension of layers to his haircut. I could play with his hair all day if time would let me, because I know he probably would.
While looking at him, I brush my nails through his scalp and message his head, running my fingers through each soft strand. His eyes slowly fall heavy as I do this and he briefly closes them as we cool down in the moment. He moves his left hand to hold my right one and he caresses my palm slowly with his thumb. I move in to gently kiss his lips. I can't seem to stop kissing him. One small kiss leads to another small kiss leads to another small kiss until I can't stop. I'm obsessed with his lips. He's my new addiction.
I rub my hand over his face and his eyes.
"Do you want me to do that to you?," I whisper to him, kissing him softly again. His eyes slowly open and he sleepily looks at me.
"Do what?," he says softly with a smile. "Do me?"
I giggle. "Yes," I say, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face.
"Yes, please," he whispers.
I giggle. "Mmkay," I kiss him once again.