Ian Gallagher Smut-shots (Male Reader)

Frozen Fingers

How did you get here?
How did you end up in the back of the fridge at Kash and Grab?
How did you manage to get tangled up in a redheads arms as he slowly fucks into you?

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You walk into Kash and Grab nervously, seeing as Ian Gallagher worked there.

You really liked Ian, but you didnt know how to say those words out loud.

You stood still for a second, rubbing your fingers together to try and warm them up. Blowing slow hot air onto them.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Ian eye you gently. You quickly brush it off , its probably nothing anyway.

You notice his eyes trailing up and down your body, sending slight shivers down your spine.

You walk around back towards the area where the charcoal is.

You let your eyes wander around the shelves looking for nothing in particular but to be put of the cold.

Suddenly you hear a voice behind you. "Is there something I can help you find?"

That's a voice you know good and well, that voice belonged to Ian Gallagher.

You turn around to face him as your face lights up. "U-uhm" you stutter out embarrassed and red in the face.

You try to explain your situation to Ian but all it comes out as a lone stutter and incoherent mumbling.

He raises an eyebrow at you as you try to explain why you came into the store in the first place.

After a short time of trying to explain you manage to mumble a quick "I-it's just so cold outside"

Ian looks at you with concern in his green eyes. "Do you- do you not have heat at your house?" He asks setting a hand on your shivering shoulder.

You shake your head no and look down at your feet, a crimson shade of red creeping across your face and heating up you ears. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed, just, stay as long as you need to" Ian says removing his hand from your shoulder and walking back to his place behind the register. 

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Around an hour passes and Ian starts to look agitated as he shifts in his seat.

You look over at him and bite your lip gently. Fuck you really liked him.

Ian looks at you with a dazed look in his glazed over eyes. "So I gotta start locking up the store..." Ian says, a clear frustration in his voice.

You know that frustration like the back of your hand. Its sexual frustration. The kind of frustration that you get when a sudden hard on shows up in class.

"Y-you sound a bit... frustrated... maybe I could help.." you stutter put as Ian perks up.

"I really don't think you could.. it's a complicated thi-" Ian tries to say but you cut him off by bringing him into a slow and soft kiss.

As you pull away Ian quickly scrambles to lock the store up, he drops his keys and mumbles a quick curse word before picking them up and locking the store.

You look at Ian and he throws the keys on the counter before motioning you to join him in the back fridge.

You follow him back quickly. Adrenaline coursing through your body, and your hard member rubbing against the fabric of your boxers.

Ian grabs your wrists gently and pins you to the back wall of the huge fridge room. You let out a small gasp  and look up at the flame haired boy.

Ian quickly starts to fumble with the button on his jeans leaving you to fumble with your own. 

Once all clothing below the waist are tossed to the side Ian lifts you up and sets you on a low table like shelf where boxes are typically placed.

He spits down onto his hand and rubs it over your entrance before slathering his throbbing member with saliva.

You grab onto his shoulders tightly as he pushes himself into you with a slow thrust. Once Ian is all the way in he waits and let's you adjust to his size, considering its bigger than average.

Once you give him a nod letting him know you're ready he starts thrusting slowly. With every slow thrust you let out a satisfied gasp or moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and digging your nails into his pale freckled skin.

Ian let's out a strangled groan of pleasure as he picks up the pace and starts plowing into you. Causing the table like shelf to shake and squeak in response to the weight it is bearing.

Your nails dig far into his skin as you feel it break under your nails, but at this point you don't care.

You moan out quietly in Ian's ear causing him to lose rythem and ultimately leading him closer to release.

You feel that familiar tight feeling in your gut, alerting you that you are seconds away from a sweet but messy release.

As Ian thrusts deep inside you hitting your prostate you scream out in pleasure, releasing your hot fluids on Ian's chest as he releases into you.

Your legs are shaking and you are clinging onto Ian for dear life in the back fridge of a small ghetto conveniance store.