REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[48, 50, 53 & 55] - [Mobster!Mick]

A/N: for brooklyn_baby3

TAGLIST: MariPecs10 fraugoretzka f1ismylifelol RedBullRacingFan bluzklus _beyond_the_stars LandoNorris elliejones07 ferraritastic _thaimilktea pedrolorian chal_lelerc laraF1lover lewavocado sweetrose33 coffeeandblueberries formulaliv

WORDCOUNT: 998

WARNINGS: mention of weapons

48. "Let me teach you how to shoot a gun"
50. "You're my most precious angel"
53. "Come, sit in my lap"
55. "You're my weakness"

Mick let the sleeves of the jacket that belonged to his suit slide down his arms as he walked through the hallway and towards his office. He opened the door, met with the sight of you seated on his desk, your legs crossed over each other. "I was called to your office, Mr. Schumacher," you hummed, watching him close the dor behind him and undo a couple of the upper buttons of his shirt, your eyes dropping to the skin of his chest that was slightly exposed. "That's correct, darling," Mick replied, appracing you as he took in your appearance, black, faux-leather jeans and a white blouse that was see-through enough to let him have a gentle sneak peak of the baby pink, lace bralette you wore underneath it. The Louboutins he had gifted you last week were decorating your feet and the elegance of your look spiked his interest as always. "I am going to be away on a business trip to Helsinki next week," Mick started, throwing the jacket he was holding on the back of the chair at his desk.

He walked around it to come closer to you, rolling up the sleeves of the crisp white button-up to his elbows and you eyed the rings around his fingers, the watch that sparkled in the dim light of his office. "As I take my most important men, you will stay here with the guards," Mick continued, looking down at you, drinking in the fine features of your face and watching your plump lips part softly before you dug your teeth into it. It made him reach for your face, his fingers curling around your chin while his fingertips caressed your skin. "You're my most precious angel," his words made your heart flutter in your body, pride filling your chest as he could've easily chosen another girl to be his favourite, but you were. "And I want to make sure you can also protect yourself when one of those wankers aren't able to," he referred to his own crew, a soft giggle escaping your mouth. "I'm serious, darling," Mick said. "Let me teach you how to shoot a gun," he added, making your eyes widen a little.

"Right now?" You asked and he nodded. "Come with me," Mick asked and stepped away from you. You got down to the floor and you walked after him through his gigantic mansion, eventually you got into the elevator to the basement, where the arms were stored and where his men and Mick himself could practice their aim. He picked a handgun from the wall, handing you protection for your ears as well. "You check first if the gun is loaded," Mick said, slowly undoing the clip and showing the magazin that fell out and into his hand. "You load the gun," he continued and shoved the magazin with bullets in. "Clip it here on the back," he showed you which clip he meant and the few clicks then confirmed that the gun was loaded. "Your turn," Mick was delighted to see you could easily load and unload the gun. "Alright, let's practice your aim," he hummed, walking with you to the platform where you could shoot a large sheet in the distance. His arms curled around you, his fingers wrapping around yours to make you hold the weapon in the right away.

"Stand securely on the ground and hold it with two hands to make sure you're steady," his hot breath ghosted over your neck, making you swallow hard as you tried to concentrate on the gun between your fingers. You felt incredibly powerful when you shot the gun. Your aim could of course improve a lot, but you hit the sheet and even the rings closer to the middle. "Aren't you a natural?" Mick grinned, moving your hair away from over your shoulder and dropping his lips to your neck. "Try again," you let out a breath you had been holding and aimed again, feeling more steady and focused now. Your second shot was even better and you turned around to look at Mick with a smile. Mick explained some more about the other guns that were stored there, but he was satisfied with what he taught you today and you went back up to his office afterwards. Mick sat down in the large chair behind his desk. You remained in the doorway, leaning against it. "I think I'm going to take a shower and head to bed," you informed, but he shook his head.

"Come sit in my lap, doll," Mick hummed and you pushed yourself away from the wall, making your way up to him. You placed your hands on his firm shoulders as you sat down on his thighs, his hands sliding down your spine to rest on your lower back, one of his hands reaching for your face and he sighed softly as his swiped his thumb over your lips and over your cheek. "You're my weakness," Mick said. "Mick..." You chuckled, your hands sliding to his pectorals, toying with the necklace that rested on his collarbones. "You love me," you purred, making him grin, his eyes sparkled. "I surely do, baby," he had no problem admitting it. You gasped when he suddenly lifted you up and planted you on his desk, his lips brushing over yours as he leaned forward, gazing into your eyes. "When the time is right I will make you my queen," he muttered and you let your eyelids flutter close as he kissed your lips sweetly, letting his lips brush down your neck and eventually you let him love you all night.