#9 for the physical affection prompts
Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty
9. kissing their collarbone
Fuck you is what you were invited to.
No. What you were invited to was a night of pizza rolls that were never touched, action moves that were barely watched, and beers that were hardly sipped on.
What you were invited to was making out until your jaw ached, kissing Mickey until he tasted like you and you tasted like him, finally feeling Mickey's mouth against your own until you were suddenly feeling it everywhere.
You've felt it before, on your dick and balls, but never anywhere else. Never in a way that's somehow more intimate than him blowing you. But now he's lying on top of you and his teeth are on your throat and he's sucking, nipping, pulling your skin into his mouth and you groan, palm at his ass, grind up into him.
The moan he heaves against your skin is so fucking inviting that you want to grab him, thread your fingers into his hair and pull him up to your mouth again, but you won't. Because you've been making out, you've been kissing and kissing until you couldn't breathe properly, and now you and to feel Mickey's lips everywhere.
Fucking everywhere.
He moves his hips against your own and you know it's with impatience, a gesture so he doesn't have to say the words, a keep-fucking-moving-Ian without removing his lips from your skin, and you grasp at it, claw at what he needs and give him everything. You grip his ass to keep him in place and start a steady rhythm.
And he pulls his mouth away from you.
He pulls his mouth away and the sound, the pitiful, desperate whine that escapes is out of your control because you're in such a fucking state of euphoria, of Mickey's lips, Mickey's mouth, Mickey's willingness, that his lips not being on you is torture.
But he doesn't move away.
He pants against you, whispers your name - Ian, not Gallagher - and it's okay, it's everything, it's the perfect kind of torture.
You move your hips faster, aid him in moving against you when he has zero leverage, and he licks a line from your clavicle to your ear and shit, shit, you're so fucking close. So close to coming, and you're both still fully dressed and all you're doing is rutting against each other like the teenagers you are, but Mickey's mouth is on your skin and it's too much and it's everything and it's torture.
"Mick," you whisper, slowing down your thrusts.
He doesn't say anything, but he gets it. You know he gets it because he rests his forehead on your throat and takes a deep, shuddering breath. And when he begins again, when his lips touch your skin again, it's soft, slow, absolutely fucking sweet.
Tiny pecks, brushes of his lips on your heated skin, a drag of a wet lip over goosebumps that break out. He kisses you and kisses you, your throat, your neck, behind your ear, across your collarbone, up to your chin, and you wonder ... you hope and you wonder.
Now that he's started, maybe he'll never stop.
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I cleanned volume 11 cards
Hello thereee.
It has been ages since I did one of this edits/cleanings, but this two gave me a good reason to work again.
In case you didn't know: these are the extra Shikis that will come with volume 11 in Japan.
As usual, feel free to use as whatever and repost with credit.
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