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[bravemikhailo]

a bit late, but I wrote something for kinktober day 3: “you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” x day 12: against a wall // @gallavichthings

Mickey, his name tag said.

Mickey. It’s cute.

additional tags: bookshop au I guess, semi-public sex

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There’s a tingle in his veins as he steps inside the bookshop.

Anticipation, he guesses. The memory of what happened exactly a week earlier in this place still vivid in his mind.

It’s late and there are only a couple clients around but when he scans the place in search of the hot guy that works here, he doesn’t find him.

The hot guy that’s given him the mind blowing head of his life.

Mickey, his name tag said.

Mickey. It’s cute.

Cute, just like his face when Ian scissored him open last week, his plump mouth dropping open in surprise at the double sensation of being sucked off and fingered at the same time. Surprise, yeah, but something else, too, Ian thinks. Knows.

There’s a blonde girl at the register in his place, and Ian’s feet guide him forward, through rows of bookshelves until he reaches the last one, the one no one usually inspects.

And, of course, there he is. Leaning against the wall, hands behind his back and a proud smirk on his face.

Wanna feel your cock inside me, the text said. Then, tonight.

It’s a bit embarrassing, Ian finds himself thinking now, how fast he’s dropped everything he was doing as soon as he got the text, rushing to the shop like his life depended on it.

And maybe it does. Because, as dramatic as it sounds, he feels like he’s going to fucking explode in a million pieces if he doesn’t get his mouth on Mickey soon.

So he does.

He launches forward, two wide steps and he’s in front of Mickey, crashing their lips together, pinning him against the wall as he gets his tongue inside Mickey’s wet and warm mouth.

He tastes like coffee and cigarettes, but there’s something sweet in there too, like he’s just swallowed a bunch of candy, and for some reason the thought makes the corners of Ian’s lips pull up in a smile that he can’t quite fight back.

“The fuck you smiling for?” Mickey asks, breathless against his mouth, warm puffs of air hitting Ian’s skin as he rubs their noses together in a surprisingly sweet gesture. Ian’s legs quiver.

Instead of answering, he kisses Mickey again, softer this time, just a press of lips that makes his heart throb in the best of ways.

He sneaks his hands behind, between Mickey’s back and the wall, and lowers them slowly until Mickey’s ass is between his fingers, plump and soft and ready for him. He squeezes it.

“Been thinking about my dick in you, huh?”

Mickey hums, eyelids heavy and lips chasing Ian’s.

Ian kisses him, slides his hands inside Mickey’s sweats, below his boxers, and spreads his asscheeks. He remembers the way he’d worked him open that day, pumping his fingers inside that ass like a madman, remembers the strangled moans tumbling out of Mickey’s lips as he crooked his fingers inside, rubbed them against his prostate until he filled up his mouth with his warm come. His dick twitches at the thought, feeling harder and harder, straining against his jeans.

“My fingers not enough for you?”

Mickey gasps when Ian slides a finger between his cheeks and rubs it against his hole. “Not enough.” He murmurs, hands resting on Ian’s waist, then wrapping around his back and pulling him forward, hips connecting. “Want your cock. Wanna feel it.” He sighs, pushes his groin against Ian’s. “Deep.”

Ian groans and lets Mickey swallow it down, pushes his finger against Mickey’s entrance and loses his breath when he finds it open and wet, his finger slipping easily inside.

“Fuck.” He breathes, voice strained. “Did you open yourself for me already?”

“Yeah, so get the fuck in me before someone kicks us out.”

And, well, he doesn’t need to say that twice.

In a swift move, he unbuckles his jeans and lets them slide down to his ankles, then gets his arms under Mickey’s ass and pulls him up, pulling his sweats down and encouraging him to wrap his legs around Ian’s waist. He does.

“Better hold on tight,” Ian says before taking Mickey’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently, sucking it softly at the same time as he lines up, twitching cock prodding at Mickey’s entrance, teasing at his rim for a moment, making Mickey shiver and bite his teeth into Ian’s neck before easily sliding in, in and in until he bottoms out, holding a whimpering Mickey firmly against the wall.

“So fucking big.” Mickey murmurs, voice muffled by Ian’s skin and when Ian starts moving, fucking into him easily, Mickey buries his face into his neck, trying to suppress his moans that Ian can feel riverberate through his own body. “Feel so, oh—so full.”

God, he takes him so easily. Swallows him whole, clenches around his cock in the most delicious way, sending shivers down Ian’s spine and right to his crotch, to his throbbing dick burying itself deep, over and over again, deep inside Mickey’s tight heat, the angle making it easier to find that spot that soon enough has Mickey biting harder into Ian’s skin, those broken moans escaping him nonetheless.

His hips come to a halt inside Mickey, has him whining. He grabs his chin and lifts his head until it’s resting against the wall, then covers Mickey’s mouth with his palm. His beautiful blue eyes widen, breath picks up.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught.” Ian whispers, and even though Mickey nods, he doesn’t take off his hand. Keeps it there firmly as his hips resume the movement, desperately pounding into Mickey’s ass.

And thank fuck he put that hand on his mouth, because as soon as he resumes moving his hips, Mickey’s eyes roll back and he starts making the hottest of noises, moans muffled by Ian’s hand but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, the warmest he’s ever felt.

Mickey’s arms fall to his sides at some point, too fucked out to even hold himself up and Ian has to carry all his weight because his legs loosen up too. He’s turning to liquid in front of Ian and all it does is spur him on, make him move his hips just a bit faster, a bit harder, enough for Mickey to drool over his palm and clench around his dick, over and over again in quick pulses that suck the orgasm out of Ian and suddenly, with one last push of his hips, he stills, groin pressed against Mickey’s ass, legs trembling, biting down on Mickey’s neck to keep his orgasm as quiet as possible.

He pants, pants like he’s run a fucking marathon, Mickey’s hole milking his orgasm out of his dick, and when he comes back to himself, he keeps his softening cock inside Mickey, moves inside him in little pushes even though he’s sensitive as fuck, and brings a hand between them to jerk him off, hand pumping Mickey’s thick and leaking dick until he comes with a muffled groan, body shaking, then slumping against him and Ian has to muster all his strength to hold him up so they don’t tumble to the ground.

He strokes Mickey’s dick softly as he regains consciousness, as he finds the ability to stand on his own again.

Before he knows it, he lifts his hand and brings it to Mickey’s plump lips, waiting for him to open them. When he does, eyes wide and alert, he feeds his come to him, and fuck if it doesn’t do things to him. He feels his cock stir again, even after such a mindblowing orgasm.

He stares in awe as Mickey sucks his fingers eagerly and swallows, not a single drop left behind.

They pull up their pants in relative silence after, but before Mickey can go back to work, Ian leans down and kisses him once more, feeling those lips again, how soft they are.

When they part, Mickey smiles, cheeks flushed, and leaves, and Ian knows in that moment, that’s not the end.

It can’t be.

[if-mirrormine]

homecoming (the remix)

summary: grayson's pov of the call he receives from nora in chapter one.

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: 982

based on these two posts, 1 & 2, and this ask (in this order): if its not bother uhmmmm the full Drabble for grays reaction to the call n his ya know pov when he actually got there n saw mc 😶

**unedited//it's 4 am and i tried my best :)**

traffic is slow. grayson sits in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other in his hair. kelsey sits next to him, fiddling with the radio.

"where are we going?" she asks as she switches the radio station, listens to two seconds of the song that's playing and switches it again.

"nora's," he replies, glancing at the radio briefly to see his partner flick through stations without even looking at what's playing.

"i don't want to go to nora's," she grumbles.

"then why did you get in my car?"

"dunno." she seems to settle on a station and sits back in her seat, though not ten seconds go by before she reaches for the buttons again.

with a grunt, he reaches over and switches the radio off completely, silence blooming in its place. "i'm not in the mood, kels."

she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "forgot i was in the presence of detective grump today."

he takes a deep breath, his own rebuttal burning on his tongue when his phone rings. glancing at the screen, he's sees that it's nora and he's quick to answer it.

"hey, nora," he says. "i'm on my way, i've just left." he glances briefly at his partner and he begins to question whether his choice to let her come along on today of all todays was the right one. "i've got kelsey with me." his phone being connected to his cars bluetooth, the sniffle that comes from the other end of the line is damn near deafening and grayson looks at the radio in concern as if faced with nora herself. "nora?"

"grayson," she says eventually, her voice cracking. "i think... i think i'm having a stroke."

"what? what happened? where are you?"

she takes a shuddering breath and for the second time in his life, grayson prepares himself for the worst. "it's... mc. they're here."

kelsey looks at him, brown eyes blown wide and he's positive his own expression of shock mirrors hers.

he pauses, taking another deep in a poor attempt to calm his racing heart. "what do you mean, nora?" he says slowly, though the underlying urgency in his voice betrays him.

"they just... showed up," she says, taking another shaky breath before speaking again, fresh tears woven into her words. "please, grayson, i don't want them to disappear again."

grayson's own catch in his throat. the day he's longed for all these years has finally come and yet he can't find it in himself to do anything, say anything, almost as if paralysed with the fear that it's not real after all. how many times has he had this exact same dream? how many times has he woken up in a panic, hope coursing through his veins, only to relive the same heart break over and over?

someone's saying his name but too far away for it to really break through to him. he can already feel that same familiar hope swelling in his chest, filling his lungs, threatening to suffocate him and he wills it away. he wants it gone, because if there's no hope, there'll be no pain when reality comes crashing down.

he's suddenly pulled from his thoughts by kelsey's voice. "we're just five minutes away, nora; we'll be there soon," she says. "i promise."

the call ends and the woman in the passenger looks at him, eyes blazing. "what the fuck, donohue? the love of your life randomly appears again and you just check out?" he looks at her dumbfounded, his lips parted but the words lost. she waves a hand in front of his face. "hello? drive the fucking car, grayson."

when she doesn't get a reply out of him, she huffs and throws her seatbelt off before climbing out the car. he watches as she stomps around the front to his side, rips open his door and pulls him out before marching him to the passenger side and shoving him in. she then appears in the driver's seat, something muttered under breath that he doesn't quite catch before she starts the car, speeding his bmw down the street to their destination.

it's only when kelsey's pulls into the driveway that he snaps out of it and he jumps out the car before it's even come to a full stop. he hears his partner curse behind him but he doesn't stop to wait for her as he bolts for the front door, jist barely knocking before letting himself in. he rushes down the passageway, stopping just short of the living room entryway when he sees them. them. in front of him, in the flesh. and the hope reaches its peak.

they look up at him and a frown immediately takes shape on their features. "grayson? what are you doing here so early?"

his legs buckle beneath him and his knees slam into the hardwood flooring but the pain doesn't even register in his mind. because it's real, they're real and he can finally stop searching.

they've rushed to his side, words that he cannot comprehend leaving their lips as they look between him, kelsey and nora. funny, since he can't stop looking at them. they're so... beautiful. exactly how he remembers them. everything is perfect, as it should have always been, and he finds that after so long, he feels truly and utterly happy.

as if slow motion, he sees kelsey's hand reach out to them from behind him, a worn and folded paper slipped between her index and middle fingers that offers to the mc. he watches them take it from her, unfold it and look it, he sees their eyes widen in shock. and just like that, reality hits after all and his perfect bubble pops.

kelsey speaks up from behind him, her words hammering the final nail in the coffin. "mc... you've been missing for the past ten years."

[forjongseong]

Nanaaaa who loves Jay's banana😍❗️its been saurrrrr long since we talked ahhhhhhh.

So i got another fluffy scenerio for u and its with JAYYYYY.... uhmmmm he was basically doing a solo Vlive and suddenly you enter in the room..

But ✊️😶 engenes couldnt see you cus you were behind the camera... kay then

All his attention comes on u and hes all smiley and shiz and then suddenly he leans out of the camera frame and the engenes are like 🤨🤨👀

And when he comes back into the frame his entire lips are sMeArEd with crimson lipstick....

Lmaoooo u get it ehe

JAY'S BANANA WHAT

THAT'S HONESTLY you know what I love lipstick marks on men because it's like a stamp that says MINE