#mickeysmut

fem reader x mickey milkovich

word count: 1280 content rating: MA (18+) A/N: this is my first shameless one shot and i don't know how to feel about it because it was so rushed and sloppy.

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being posessive was always mickeys thing even if he didn't want to admit it or even if he only saw the person as a "fuck buddy" he hated sharing, he believed it was the most untolerable thing in the world.

leaning against the counter with a magazine in her hand she popped the piece of gum in her mouth before looking at Mickey who was straightening up items on the the convience's store shelves.

he looked hot during the summer, when the shitty fan Kash installed didn't work properly and the hot air around them would make his skin form glossy droplets of sweat.

his dark tank top and his security vest with no sleeves had made for a nice touch to show of his arms, the way the sweat had made his muscles pop out as it shined against him as he worked.

she caught herself staring to which her eyes traced back down as if she couldn't make it any more obvious she had been staring,

instead of him making a sly remark he rubbed over his lips trying to wipe the snarky smirk he had formed on his face.

hearing the bell from the door opening she could see a man walk in, his familiar face strolling down the aisle as he grabbed a bag of chips.

mickey could see her eyes lurking on the man her hand resting her chin up on the counter probably filling her mind with raw things.

he was an older man surely in his thirties, dark brunette hair with blue eyes. he wore a dark grey suit and a fancy watch on his wrist.

bringing up a soda and pack of gum to the counter y/n flashed the man a happy smile,

"how you been nick?"

she spoke with a slight hint of trifle in her tone, watching his blue eyes flash her a look as he re-adjusted his tie trying to hide his smile.

"just well, you holding up after last night?" he shot her a wink as he placed some cash onto the counter and watched her place it into the register before returning her gaze.

"oh definitely my body feels great. i'm back here working for the rest of the week, but i'm free this friday." biting her lip she could tell mickey wasn't having it, he looked irritated, he looked jealous.

like every bone and nerve in his body was trying its hardest not to whip around and throw one solid punch at the guy.

instead he stood in front of the door his arms crossed, "receipt?" he asked and shot y/n a glare as she licked over her lips and printed off one.

Mickey let him pass through the door and returned his sour face to her,

"who the hell is that?" he retorted at her but before he could even get an answer out he asked another snappy question,

"you seeing some rich fuck now?" he spat and watched y/n close the magazine her eyes locked on his and she wasn't backing down.

"he is a guy i've been seeing and doing things with, which you have no say in my decisions, so keep out of it milkovich."

spitting back at him she looked back down at the counter and unexpectedly the magazine was pulled away from her grasp.

"what kind of things y/n?"

"mostly we fuck" she made sure to annunciate the "k" at the end and watched his face twitch a little and he had been punched in the mouth,

like her words were a direct shot into him.

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in the back cooler she had decided to clean up, take inventory and take a break from the register for a little.

bending over to move a box she felt something rough and hard pressing up against her, mickey had his crotch pressing up against her ass,

he was so hard she could practically feel his jeans about to pop at their seams, abruptly turning around she cupped the bulge in his pants hearing him let out a soft groan.

the eye contact between the two of them and the close proximity had made her hungry, hungry enough to slam her lips against his.

pulling of his vest and his shirt her hands smoothed out against his abdomen as she looked down at his tattoos and even some of his scars that were littered amongst his pale skin.

he had already gotten her down into nothing but her panties, his hands groping and pulling on her breasts feeling her nipples grow harder from the nip of cold air surrounding them.

without hesitation she had slipped away his belt, tearing away the clothes around his waist until he was bare and showing her the fullness of his cock, his tip leaking with pre-cum from excitement of her.

a small gasp slipped from her even if she had done this a million times with him.

pulling her pretty panties to the side for at least some respect he thrusted into her, not even a warning could've prepared her for.

the feeling of his cock pushing deep into her, her legs wrapped around his waist,

one of his hands holding onto the shelve to keep his balance and the other on her throat to pull her closer into the heated kiss they shared.

he pulled his lips away just for a second so he could whisper in her ear just how "fucking good" she felt on his cock, in response she moaned his name with a soft angelic moan.

her hands squeezed at his shoulders and back. her nails having a habit of scratching and clawing their way during sex, the better the sex the tighter grip she had.

"fuck mick gonna cum feels to good" she couldn't help but cry out a little into his ears and when she did she felt his cock twitch a little inside her,

her stomach balled up and before she knew it the tidal waves of a perfect orgasm had rushed through her like a summer wind,

finishing on his cock and hearing as he let out a deep set of groans and maybe even a whimper he finished against her stomach just in time.

she still had her eyes shut from the orgasm from its intensity she hadn't had one like it in weeks maybe even months since she had one that good.

no guy ever gave it to her this good, no guy except for the one who was wiping his cum off her stomach with a rag.

slipping on her clothes with a little of his gentle help she watched him pull a cigarette from his vest pocket along with a lighter and as he slipped on his pants he lit it in his mouth.

not saying a word she had tried to slip out of the cooler but the feeling of his hand grabbing onto her arm stopped her.

pulling her in closer and leaning the cigarette away from her he spoke, "i want you to stop seeing him, he's not worth it" he muttered.

letting go of her she closed the cooler door back and let out a sigh,

"i lied, me and him only had sex once. it was barely even sex and i didn't enjoy it"

mickeys eyes seemed to soften as he slipped back on his tank top and his security vest blowing out some of his cigarette smoke before speaking,