Gallavitch Oneshots

domestic bitch

Original Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/babeymilkovich/pseuds/babeymilkovich
SMUT WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️
Summary: Mickey loved his little housewife, loved how even after a long day of being a domestic bitch the Southside in him would still come out while pounding Mickey into the bed.

Text: Mickey couldn't stop thinking about it. Mostly because it's right in front of him constantly. Ian making dinner for them, Ian cheering Yev on at his soccer games, Ian over exaggerating stories to make Yev giggle. Mickey couldn't deny how hot it was seeing Ian be a dad.

Not only Ian being a good dad but him being a stay at home dad. He would play with Mickeys hair and talk about some stupid argument he got into with a PTA mom or how the washing machine kept fucking up and he had to run a load 4 times. And something the redhead always got a little embarrassed about was how sad he would get when Svetlana would take Yev for her week.

He loved his little housewife, loved how even after a long day of being a domestic bitch the Southside in him would still come out while pounding Mickey into the bed.

They're sitting at home, Yevgeny was at his mom's and Mickey had his legs across his boyfriends lap. Ian's hands were working slowly at Mickey's feet while American Psycho blared through the speakers

Mickey swigs his beer, "this is so stupid why does he care so much about a fucking business card?" Ian laughs and cracks Mickey's toes which earns him a kick to the thigh.

"Think it's a bit deeper than that, Mick." The older man places his beer down next to the couch and readjusts, running his feet over Ian's crotch intentionally. "Always hated shit like this, makes me feel dumb." He hums while Ian massages up his calf. "You're not dumb." Mickey moves his heel over the redhead's crotch again, staring at the screen intently to hide his grin.

"Shit," Ian mumbles and pushes Mickey's legs off. He stands and stretches, his long arms reaching up and revealing his toned stomach. "Why'd you get up?" Mickey groans twisting over to rest on his side. "Promised Svet I would make cookies for Yevies bake fair." He watches as Ian leaves the living room sighing and turning back to the movie, "He's fucking 5 why does he have a bake fair?"

Ian chuckles and Mickey feels his stomach warm, years of being with Ian and he still makes him nervous. "школа жадная-они нуждаются в бесплатном питании, потому что они ленивы." Ian speaks dramatically in shitty russian, grabbing bowels and making too much fucking noise. "Fuck does that mean?" Mickey grabs at his crotch, trying to will away his stupid boner about Ian being a good fucking father. "No idea, but she said it enough times to where it just-" Ian snaps his fingers, "Clicked." Mickey smiles at the screen, Ian was such a dork.

"The day Yev starts speaking that shit is the day I die."

"He already is."

Mickey sits up and furrows his eyebrows, and Ian smiles his big dumb smile and Mickeys dick hurts. "I'm fucking with you." The brunette lets out an exaggerated sigh of belief and plops back down on the couch.

"You're hot when you do that you know." Mickey says, turning to face the mini porno happening on the tv screen. "Do what?" Mickey runs a quick hand through his hair, wrapping his other arm around his stomach. "The dad thing." The noises in the kitchen stop and Mickey glances up to see his boyfriend staring down at him, grinning. Mickey reaches up and pushes his face away softly, smiling at the way the redhead giggles, "Fuck off, Patrick Bateman." Ian grips Mickey's wrist and leans down to meet their lips. What he planned to be a quick peck turned into way more, Mickey's hands gripping at the back of Ian's head deepening the kiss, practically shoving his tongue down Ian's throat trying to get the message across that he's horny.